Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Untamed Contract Bride: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Vivienne POV~•~I stood outside Damon’s heavy oak door, my knuckles tapping softly, a mix of curiosity and that weird pull I couldn’t shake tugging at me. The door swung open fast, Damon filling the frame, his sharp suit and unreadable eyes sizing me up. He stepped aside. “Come in,” he said, his voice low.I walked past, but someone else brushed by me too close, his sleeve grazing my arm. A shiver hit me, goosebumps prickling my skin. The guy wasn’t like the office types, yes his suit was crisp, but a jagged scar cut across his cheek, screaming danger, not desk work. He sure as hell wasn’t a staff here.The door clicked shut behind him, locking me in with Damon, who leaned against his desk, a sarcastic smirk on his face.“Well, hello, wife,” he drawled, the word thick with mockery.I froze, then clapped back. “Don’t get carried away, Damon.”He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Touchy today. So, what’s my wife doing at the office? You’re not supposed to work now. I’m the provider, rememb

Damon POV~•~I walked out on Vivienne with her taste still on my tongue, sharp and sweet, like something I shouldn’t want. The hallway felt quiet, too quiet, just my heartbeat thumping. I told myself the kiss was smart, a way to stop her questions, to show who’s in charge. But it felt wrong, like a lie. My hand remembered her waist and how she softened for a second before getting mad. I immediately pushed the thoughts away, jaw tight, and went through the doors to my office only to meet my phone buzzing in my pocket before I hit the desk. One text, locked tight, from the only guy I trust with the bad stuff.“INSIDER. NO WAY AN OUTSIDER KNOWS EVERY MAFIA THREAD WE’VE WOVEN. SOMEONE CLOSE IS CUTTING THEM ONE BY ONE.” My blood went cold. Insider. The word hit hard. I typed back, fingers steady even if I wasn’t.“NOT DAMIEN. HE’S TOO BUSY POLISHING HIS OWN CROWN. DIG DEEPER. NO LEAKS. IF THEY SMELL US COMING, THEY VANISH.”The reply came fast.“UNDERSTOOD. HOW DO YOU WANT TO PLAY IT?”

Vivienne POV~•~I woke up slow, the sheets cool against my skin, no alarm screaming in my ear. For the first time in years, I didn’t jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. I just lay there, then finally dragged myself up, took a long shower, and let the hot water run until my fingers pruned. No makeup, no heels, no subway crush. Just me, standing in a towel, staring at the mirror like I didn’t know who I was without a badge and a deadline.Damon had fired me. Just like that. One kiss, one slap on my butt, and then, “You’re fired.” I kept replaying it, my stomach twisting. He’d made it clear that there was nothing my arguing and pushing was going to do for me so I had to followed his rules. I hated it but this morning I decided to flip it. This was the perfect opportunity to relax.I slipped into leggings and a soft tee, padded downstairs. The house smelled like lemon polish and fresh bread. Maids moved quiet, eyes down. I grabbed a rag from the kitchen counter. “I’ll dust the libr

Vivienne POV~•~The hallway light spilled soft yellow across Liam’s bedroom floor as I tucked the blanket under his chin. He smelled like baby shampoo and the faint sweetness of the chocolate pancakes Clara had slipped him earlier. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, but his small hand still clutched mine.“Mommy, will you stay till I’m all the way asleep?” he mumbled, voice thick.“Always, baby.” I brushed the curls from his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. The room was quiet except for the soft tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of the mansion’s air system. My mind, though, was loud.Everything had spun so far off track I barely recognized my own life. A month ago I was scraping together hospital co-pays and dodging William’s ghost. Now I wore a ring that cost more than my old apartment and lived in a house with cameras in every corner. And the man I’d signed a contract with, the same one who’d promised safety, was tied to

Vivienne POV~•~“Damon! Call 911 now!” My voice cracked, raw and desperate.Damon was already kneeling beside us, phone to his ear, but his face stayed calm, too calm. “Dr. Henley is on standby. He’ll meet us at the house in twenty minutes.”“Twenty minutes?” I screamed, clutching Liam tighter. “He doesn’t have twenty minutes! Look at him, Damon! He can’t breathe right! We need a hospital, not your fancy private doctor who’s probably on a yacht somewhere!”“Vivienne, calm down—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Tears stung my eyes as Liam’s head lolled against my shoulder. “He’s burning up! We’re going to the hospital, right now!”Damon’s jaw tightened. He looked at Liam, then at me, and something shifted in his eyes. “Fine. Marcus?! Take them to the hospital through the fastest route. Go.”The chauffeur didn’t hesitate. The front door flew open and cold air hit us as Damon carried Liam down the steps. I ran beside them, my hand on Liam’s hot forehead. We slid into the back seat then I