บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

After a lot of back-and-forth, tears, arguments, and apologies, things finally settled.Shintla and Adrian got married, and because they had nowhere else to go, they moved in with us.It has been five months now.Five long, exhausting months.The worst part isn’t the noise or the crowded house…It’s Lucian.Every time I see him, a shadow of the other Lucian flashes in my mind.The one who hurt me.The one whose face haunts me whenever I close my eyes.Lucian retired from my company not long after his parents’ marriage.When I asked why, he simply said he had his reasons.His eyes now meet mine without blinking and he will be smiling.He started acting… strange.Weired sometimes, bold other times.Quiet, then suddenly staring at me too long.Sometimes he even burst into my room that I have to warned him the last time he did that.I understood what he meant—what he was hoping for—but he was stupid to ever think I could love him.I’m older, I'm not his mate. Even who is older than me com

Lucian's POVI didn’t even know when the tears started falling. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in my hair, thinking about everything I had overheard. My chest was tight, my throat burning.They want to marry someone to Lyra.The words kept echoing in my head like a hammer, each strike heavier than the last.It felt stupid—crying over someone who didn’t even know I loved her. Someone older than me. Someone who had been married to my late half-brother. Someone who barely tolerated me most days. Someone who might never look at me the way I look at her.But I couldn’t stop.Just the thought of her belonging to another man made something inside me snap.There was a sudden knock on the door. I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand.“Come in.”The door opened and one of the maids stepped inside.“Sir, Madam is calling you downstairs,” she said politely.“Alright. You can go. I’m coming.”She left. I went into the bathroom, washed my face properly, and stared at my refle

Lyra’s POVMorning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, brushing softly across my eyelids, but it wasn’t the light that woke me—it was the memory of last night.His voice.His eyes.Those words.Lyra, I love you.I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The moment replayed again and again. The way I shouted at him… the shock in his eyes… the way he left my room without another word.I rubbed my forehead with my palm.I shouldn’t have shouted like that. Even if what he said was unacceptable, I shouldn’t have thrown my anger like a weapon. It wasn’t his fault he felt something. People feel things. But I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t. So why was I feeling guilty?I got out of bed, took a quick shower, wore a simple dress and tied my hair. I needed to act normal. I stepped out of my room, rehearsing a small apologize in my mind in case I saw him.But when I reached the dining room, everyone had already gathered except—No. He was there.Sitting in his usual chair.But som

Lyra's POV The house changed after the kiss.It changed overnight.Lucian didn’t leave my side.Not even for a minute.My mother suddenly became soft-spoken around me, overly gentle, overly careful—as if one wrong word would break the fragile peace forming between us.Shintla walked around the house glowing, smiling at nothing, humming songs she had probably forgotten she even knew.Lilian…Lilian practically floated.“Mom, I told you love is real,” she whispered to me at breakfast, cheeks swollen from grinning.“And now you and Lucian will have a wedding. I’ll be the flower girl. And after that, I’m getting a sister.”“Lilian…”I nearly spilled my tea.But she ran off before I could correct her.*******The wedding wasn’t planned.It burst into existence.One morning, Shintla approached me with a careful smile.“Lyra… can we talk?”I nodded, wiping my hands on my dress.She reached for my hand gently, her eyes warm with something that made my throat tighten.“You know… I’ve always p

Lyra’s POVHe is so skilled at touching me that I am barely in my senses. He raises himself up slightly, looking down at me, and I feel a flush of embarrassment.“Lyra, he is your husband. There's no need to feel this way,” I tell myself, repeating the words like a mantra.He smiles as he begins to remove his boxers. But just as he is about to pull them down, everything changes in the blink of an eye.I don’t even know what happened. One second, Lucian is on top of me; the next, he has collapsed beside me. Blood trickles from his nose. He’s unconscious. Then, a large figure looms over me. We are in our own room—the room Lucian locked minutes ago.I open my mouth to scream, but before a sound can escape, a heavy hand clamps over my mouth and nose. I feel a sharp prick on the side of my neck, and my world goes completely dark.I wake up with a pounding headache and a gnawing ache in my stomach—the kind that comes from intense hunger. I can’t see a thing.For a moment, I can’t remember