All Chapters of The CEO's Untamed Contract Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vivienne POV~•~I sat by Liam’s bed holding his small hand in mine. The monitors beeped steadily, a sound that had become too familiar over the years. His skin felt cool under my fingers, and I could hear faint voices of nurses talking in the hallway outside. My own heartbeat seemed to match the rhythm of the beeps, each one reminding me how close I had come to losing him.As I watched him sleep,, my mind slipped back to how it all started. I remembered the corporate gala where I first met Damon.Before the merger, life was simpler, even if it was hard. I thought about those late nights at the agency, hunched over my desk, putting together marketing pitches until my eyes burned. I’d come home exhausted, but Liam’s laughter would light up the apartment. We’d play with his toys on the floor, building forts out of blankets, and for a moment, the worries faded. But then the medical bills piled up, one after another, like they were never going to stop. Liam’s treatments cost more than I

Damon POV~•~I stood in the doorway, my frame blocking the hallway light while my fists folded tightly at my sides. I scanned the room quick, looking for any signs of a trap or someone hiding. My mind went back to the hospital, where I’d left Vivienne crying. I knew I should be there with her and Liam, but this felt like something I had to do right now to keep them safe.I stepped inside, my eyes already locked on the gun on the table. I figured the distance and how fast she might react. “Why Liam?” I said, my voice low and firm. “He’s a kid. He had nothing to do with us. Why go after him?”Celeste laughed, reaching for the pistol like she wanted me to see every move. She didn’t point it yet, but she held it loose in her hand as a warning. “Oh, Damon, always straight to the point. You haven’t changed.”She had no right to drag a child into this.I started circling the room, my shoes thudding on the thin carpet, getting closer without making her jump. “Tell me about Rico,” I said. “T

Vivienne POV~•~I glanced back at Liam sleeping peacefully under the eye of the nurse I’d trusted to watch him. I couldn’t let this slip away. I took a deep breath, adjusted my coat, and started after that nurse, keeping my steps soft and careful. I wove through groups of visitors and staff, staying just far enough back not to be noticed. My thoughts raced. I needed to know who she was working for. I’d waited too long for Damon to fix things. Now, I had to protect my son myself.I trailed her through the main lobby and past the reception desk which led outside. I kept my head down, using pillars and vending machines to hide. She paused at the exit, looking around like she expected trouble, then pushed through the glass doors. I slipped out after her, the cool night breeze hitting my face and whipping my hair. My pulse thundered in my ears as I watched her head toward a distant sedan, fumbling with her keys. I weighed my choices, I couldn’t decide if it was best confront her now,

Vivienne POV~•~I stepped out of the car into the cool country air, the safe house standing tall ahead. It was a big cabin wrapped in tall pine trees that moved softly in the wind. Gravel crunched under my shoes as I helped Liam down, his little hand holding mine tight and his eyes big with wonder and tiredness from the hospital. Guards in dark suits spread out around us, looking over the area quietly, while Damon talked low on his phone nearby. I couldn’t help but feel worried that this spot, with its wood sides and wide porch, looked nice but felt like another trap, far from the city but still tied to the risks following us. I picked Liam up and carried him inside. I opened the door to a warm space with soft lights from lamps, a stone fireplace, and comfy couches. I set him on the living room sofa with his stuffed dragon, pulling a blanket over him as he settled in.Once Liam fell asleep, I walked around the house quietly, my steps light on the wood floors. The kitchen had fresh

Damon POV~•~I stood in the study for a moment after Vivienne left. The room felt smaller now, and the soft patter of rain outside sounded like the storm we were living through. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath. She was direct, always had been. I liked that about her, but tonight it showed me just how many cracks were in the trust we were trying to build. I decided to give her space and turned back to my phone. The call with Elena had ended too fast because Vivienne walked in.I sat down again, picked up a pen, and twirled it between my fingers. Elena Voss had been around since the day my father died. She was one of the lawyers he trusted most, the one he asked to watch over the estate. I recall perfectly, how she showed up at the funeral, quiet and calm, telling me she would make sure his real wishes were followed. Elena had always believed I should get everything because she had seen the letters, heard the talks where Dad said Damien was too wild, too quick