Todos os capítulos de Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

***IRENE ***The car stopped right in front of the company building. The morning sun reflected off the tall glass walls. For a moment, I just stared at it, my palms tightening around my bag. I had promised myself I wouldn’t be nervous, yet my stomach twisted anyway.Before James could even come around to open the door, I stepped out myself. The air outside was crisp, brushing against my skin like a reminder that this was real — my first official day working here. Dante’s company.Yet, I was late! My heels clicked gracefully across the polished floor as I walked in, the sound echoing faintly in the grand lobby. The moment I stepped through the doors, a hush seemed to follow, heads turned. I noticed the sudden pause in conversations. The last time I came here, whispers had filled the room — whispers of disbelief, gossip, envy. But now, it was different.“Good morning, Miss Irene,” one of the staff greeted politely.Another followed, “Good morning, Miss Irene!”Their voices carried

***IRENE ***Their voices weren’t exactly quiet. My palms tightened around the edge of the table, but before I could react, Dante’s low growl echoed across the room.“Enough.” The sound alone was enough to freeze everyone in place. His eyes were cold and sharp as he looked around the table. “Do you all have something better to do than gossip?” he said in a calm but dangerous tone.The room went dead silent again.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My fingers trembled for a moment, but then I remembered something—if I wanted to survive in Dante’s world, I couldn’t show fear.So, I lifted my head and started to speak.“Both lands have strong potential,” I began confidently. “Area A offers rich soil and water access, which means sustainable long-term growth for agriculture or production-based projects. However… its location near the river means higher risk during the rainy season, and security coverage there is weaker.”I glanced at the screen, then shifted my attention t

***IRENE***The moment the door opened, my entire body stiffened.There he was.Trenton.He walked in with that same arrogant stride that made people step aside without him even asking. His suit was sharp, his dark hair slicked back neatly, his smirk resting like poison on his lips. But when his eyes landed on me sitting beside Dante, that smirk faltered—just a little.Shock flickered across his face before his expression hardened again. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” he said, voice tight with disdain.I felt Dante’s presence beside me—cold, composed, powerful. I wanted to speak, to tell Trenton to shut his filthy mouth, but before I could, Dante’s low, dangerous voice cut through the air.“Is there a problem with that?”Trenton straightened instantly, his eyes flicking to Dante. “Of course not, Alpha King. I only thought… maybe this conversation should be private.”Dante leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. “I decide what should or shouldn’t be private in my office.”

***Irene ***The soft warmth of sunlight spilled across my face, pulling me slowly out of sleep. I blinked several times, the golden light flooding through the white curtains, painting gentle patterns on the wall. For a moment, I just stared—confused—trying to piece together how I ended up here.My room.I sat up slowly, my brows furrowing. The soft sheets, the familiar lavender scent of my pillow—it was all too familiar. But… I was sure I had fallen asleep in the office last night. I had been working late—again—reviewing proposals until my eyes could barely stay open. I remembered resting my head on the desk for “just a minute,” and then… nothing.“Oh, no,” I muttered, slapping my forehead lightly. “You didn’t, Irene. You didn’t just sleep off at work. On your first day.”I sighed and rubbed my temples, the realization sinking in. There was only one person who could have brought me back here. Damon.I leaned back against the headboard, biting my lip. Of course it had to be him. I c

***IRENE***Her hand cracked across my face so hard that my head snapped to the side.The sound echoed sharply through the lobby. Everyone flinched.“Apologize to me!” Amira shouted, her voice trembling with rage.My cheek stung. My knees were still pressed painfully against the marble floor, but I raised my chin and stared straight at her boldly. “No.”Her eyes widened. “What did you say?”“I said no.”Her face twisted. She raised her hand again and slapped me harder, the impact ringing through my ears. “Apologize!” she screamed again.I could feel the warm blood trickling from my lip. My vision blurred for a second, but I steadied myself, breathing through the pain. “I won’t,” I said quietly, each word cutting through the air.“You dare defy me?!” Amira yelled, her voice breaking. “You filthy lowborn!”She swung her hand again, and this time it was harder, crueler. My head jerked back, and I tasted more blood. Gasps filled the air as she stood over me, panting, her hand trembling.