All Chapters of Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

***THIRD POV ***In the grand living room, tension burned hotter than fire. After delivering her threat to Irene, Amira hurled her phone across the marble floor with a furious scream. The sharp ‘crash’ echoed through the space, making every maid and even the nurse flinch where they stood.“Irene!” Amira screamed, her voice raw and sharp, the name slicing through the air like venom. “You’ll regret this, I swear you will!”She could almost see that woman’s face, the same calm and defiant expression that always pushed her to the edge. Amira’s fingers curled tightly around the armrest, her imagination running wild as she pictured herself strangling Irene until her smug eyes went cold.The nurse, trying to steady her shaking hands, gently dabbed an ointment on the bruised side of Amira’s cheek. The moment the cool touch met her skin, Amira hissed and snapped, “Can’t you be gentle, you useless fool?”Before the nurse could even stammer an apology, Amira’s hand shot out and slapped her ac

***IRENE***I tried again. Nothing.My chest tightened, frustration boiling inside me. “Pick up, damn it…” I muttered under my breath.Lucas watched me quietly, his brows furrowed. “No one’s answering?”I sighed, lowering the phone. “No.”The wind picked up, blowing my hair across my face as I looked toward the empty road.Dante wasn’t picking up.And for the first time in a while, I felt completely—utterly—alone.My heart was still racing, but I tried to stay calm as I turned to the man before me — Lucas.He sat quietly in his wheelchair, his posture confident despite the blood staining his sleeve. His brown curls framed his sharp features, and his steady gaze met mine. He didn’t seem in pain at all, even though the wound on his arm looked serious.“You should let me take you home,” he said again, his voice calm and gentle, as though we hadn’t just escaped a near-death situation.I blinked, startled by his offer. “You’ve already done enough,” I said softly, shaking my head. “I’ll m

***IRENE***The sound of someone calling my name pulled me out of sleep. At first, I ignored it and buried my face deeper into the pillow. I was still tired. My eyes burned from crying last night, and my body felt heavy like it didn’t want to move.“Irene,” Lucy’s voice came again, this time closer, followed by a light tap on my shoulder.“Mm…” I groaned, half-asleep, half-annoyed.“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said with a soft laugh. “You’ve been out all night. It’s already morning.”Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. The sunlight was spilling into the room through the thin curtains, painting the space gold. I blinked a few times until my vision cleared, and I saw Lucy standing by the bed, fully dressed in a pale-blue blouse and black skirt. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun, and she looked ready for work.“Good morning,” she said warmly, her tone as bright as the sunlight.I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly. “Morning…” My voice came out hoarse.“Did you sleep well?” she asked, taking her

***IRENE***The air in the car felt was too quiet, too suffocating. I had been sitting there for what felt like hours. My hands rested on my lap, fingers twisting nervously around the edge of my dress as I stared out the tinted window. The sky had already begun to darken, streaks of orange fading into deep purple, yet Dante still hadn’t come out.What was he even saying to Lucas for this long?Was he threatening him? Hurting him?My chest tightened at the thought. Lucas had already been through enough. His arm was injured because of me—because he tried to help me—and now Dante might be in there making it worse.But then another thought crept in, one that refused to leave. How did they even know each other?There was something in the way Lucas had looked at Dante—not like strangers, not even like rivals. It was something deeper. Familiar. Personal.I bit my lip, trying to make sense of it, but before I could go any further, the sudden creak of the door startled me.I hadn’t even not

***IRENE’S POV***The music echoed softly through the grand hall, violins and pianos blending together in a melody that seemed to breathe elegance into the air. Yet, despite the beautiful setting, I felt like every note was scratching against my nerves. Dante stood beside me, his presence dominating, his aura cold yet magnetic. I didn’t want to admit how aware I was of every movement he made—every breath, every shift of his tall frame beside me.Dante’s hand brushed lightly over my hair—and instantly, my body went rigid. I didn’t even mean to, but I shifted slightly away. It was small, but I knew he noticed.He paused. Then his lips curved in that slow, dangerous smirk of his. “What?” I said lowly, refusing to look at him.I hated how confident he always looked, as if the whole world bowed beneath his shoes.“Nothing,” he drawled, that deep voice vibrating close to my ear. “You’re just… cold. What's wrong, sweetheart?” “I’m fine,” I muttered, even though my heart was thumping way