Todos os capítulos de Contract Marriage: The Heiress Returns: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Lisa was about to cause a scene, something she had never thought she would do but found herself in the situation. Her face remained expressionless with her eyes fixed on the hotel entrance, three seconds later, she checked her phone and a small sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, “Just about time.” She muttered coldly.Without another waste of time, she put on her dark shades, picked up the documents next to her, then climbed down from her car, and stood in front of the entrance of the hotel.She straightened her back, raised her head and the aura of the wealthy heiress which she had kept hidden spread out from all sides. Like a queen she is, Lisa walked in sharply. The moment Lisa entered the private room, the people who had smiles on their faces and a look of enjoyment stood stunned as they all looked at the strange woman who had walked in like a queen coming to inspect her territory. Lisa didn't mind the strange glances from the other people in the large room as her eyes

“You’re a disgrace to the Morgan family! Get out!” Lisa stood in front of her father with her head bowed low as she listened to him rage. She didn't say a word no matter how she was insulted. She wasn't a kid anymore and life had taught her patience. The young her, had been so arrogant, hot-headed and did things according to her belief but now… “I wouldn't listen to a word she says! Ask her to leave my home!” Her father yelled, then turned around, “Guards!” He roared and in no time, the guards who had been positioned in hidden places rushed out to take orders.Lisa looked at her father with a pale face, her fist clenched behind her dress, and her eyes glared at him, but she remained silent. Her father, Reed, turned to look at her and sneered seeing her stubborn self, he pointed at her and commanded, “Throw her out of my house!” The air in the room froze until the gentle woman who seemed like she was about to cry spread her arms in front of Lisa which surprised her. This woman w

Lisa trailed her fingers along the edge of her gown as she stepped into the house, the satin folds heavy against her arms.The wedding did not bother her but tonight felt worse – her first appearance as Joseph Bronson's wife.She dropped onto the velvet chair in her dressing room, staring at her reflection.Her green eyes carried exhaustion, but it was the storm behind them that frightened her.For a fleeting moment, her thoughts drifted backward—back to the vows she had once made with Dane, the promises whispered in soft tones, the lies she believed.Had divorce truly freed her or had it only bound her to a colder fate?The name Joseph Brown carried power, yes, but what good was power if the man she owned was merciless?What if he were worse than Dane?The silence in the room pressed against her ears, thick and suffocating.She shut her eyes, forcing the spiraling thoughts away.But fear lingered.___Across the hall, Joseph sat alone in his room, the glow of a single lamp casting sh

That night, after the words she overheard from Joseph's study, Lisa lay stiff on her bed, the coat still abandoned on the chair. Sleep wouldn't come – only the echo of his voice, sharp as glass.Keep an eye on Lauren.He's still in love with her. My stepmother.Her throat tightened but no tears fell. She had wasted enough on a man whose heart was never hers.Slowly, she sat up, her green eyes hardening in the dim glow of the lamp. "No more", she whispered into the silence. If Joseph Bronson wanted to chain himself to the ghost of Lauren, let him.She had her own war to fight. Her father's company, her name, her worth – they would use her strength, whether they liked it or not.Lisa lay back down, the decision burning steadily in her chest. Tomorrow, she wouldn't think of Joseph.Tomorrow, she would begin again.Reaching for her phone she made a single phone call. Her voice was steady, stripped of hesitation."There should be a board meeting tomorrow. Email me the necessary paperwork b

The moment Joseph's grip left his shirt, Dane's bravado cracked. He masked it in front of the crowd, but tremors coursed through his hands once the lobby cleared.Hours later, at the dimly lit bar he frequented, glass after glass lined his table. His mind spun – not from the alcohol, but from the revelation gnawing at him. Lisa. An heiress. His Lisa."How the hell didn't I see it sooner?" he muttered, bitterness sharp in his throat. If he'd known and realized what kind of empire she carried in her blood, he would've treated her differently. Not like the disposable woman he discarded – but like the golden ticket she truly was.Resentment flared, dark and consuming. If he couldn't have her, then ruining her would taste just as sweet. Revenge filled his eyes like fire.Memories clawed their way back – the secretary he'd taken to bed, her tearful pleas, her swelling belly. For months, he had believed the child was his, bending over backwards to keep her close. Only to discover the truth: