All Chapters of The CEO's Untamed Contract Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Damon POV~•~I sat in the study the morning after we arrived, sunlight pushing through the heavy curtains and hitting the monitors on the oak desk. Feeds from the motel flickered in front of me. I turned up the volume on the intercepted call.Celeste’s voice came first, sharp and bitter. “Damien, I’m telling you, the kid almost didn’t make it last time. That should have been enough to break him.”My brother’s reply crackled through, cold as ever. “It wasn’t. I need more, Celeste. Something the judges can’t ignore. Fake letters, paid witnesses, whatever it takes.”“You think I’m doing this for fun?” she snapped. “I want my cut. You promised me a piece of the company once you’re in charge.”“You’ll get it,” Damien said smooth. “Ten percent, like we agreed. But only if you deliver. Get me proof he’s unfit, anything on the woman, the boy, his deals. Make it stick.”“I’m trying,” she hissed. “His guards are everywhere now. He’s hiding at Elena’s place, I think.”Damien laughed low. “Elen

Vivienne POV ~•~I could not sleep. The house was quiet, but my mind kept turning over everything I had seen from the window earlier. Their laughter still echoed in my head, light and easy, like they had no worries at all. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Liam, and walked to the glass again. The porch light was still on downstairs, faint voices floating up through the night air. I pressed close, the cool pane against my forehead, and watched them one more time before they came inside.Damon looked tired, his shoulders lower than usual, but there was a small smile on his face as Elena talked. She swayed a little, her robe open just enough to show skin, and her laugh came out loose, almost carefree. Their cheeks were flushed, and even from up here I caught the faint hint that they had been drinking. A work meeting, he had said. Just work. But this did not look like work.My stomach twisted hard. I stepped back as they finally moved toward the door, the light clicking off behi

Vivienne POV~•~I climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last, my hand sliding along the smooth railing like it was the only thing keeping me upright. Elena’s words kept playing in my head, over and over.By the time I reached the top, my breathing was uneven. I paused there, fingers wrapped tight around the wood until my knuckles ached. The hallway was dead quiet except for the faint tick of a clock drifting up from somewhere downstairs. The air still carried a trace of her perfume and it made my stomach turn.I pushed the bedroom door open quietly and slipped inside. Liam was still curled on his side and I stood there a long minute just watching him, letting the sight of his face settle something inside me. I moved to the window and eased the curtain back just enough to look out at the lawn. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying her voice. The way she smiled when she said Damon was her “dream guy.” The way she talked about their history like it was some unbreakable bond I

Vivienne POV~•~I woke up early. For a second I just laid there, letting the warmth settle over me. My skin still remembered Damon’s hand on my cheek last night, the way his thumb had traced my jaw, the way his eyes had locked on mine like he was about to say something we both needed to hear. My stomach flipped thinking about it.Then I remembered the knock and a sharp twist of jealousy hit me.I slipped out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake Liam, and then I padded my way to the bathroom. The mirror showed me messy hair and tired eyes. I splashed cold water on my face until my skin tingled, then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a loose bun before choosing a soft white blouse and fitted jean. When I woke Liam, he rubbed his eyes and grinned.“Morning, Mommy.”“Morning, champ.” I kissed his forehead. “Ready for pancakes?”His eyes lit up. “With syrup?”“Lots of syrup.”We walked downstairs hand in hand. Liam chattered the whole way about how he wanted extra chocolate chips.

Vivienne POV~•~I closed the door to my room and leaned back against it, my heart still racing.Damon’s lips had felt warm and sure, soft but with that quiet insistence that made my stomach flip.Morning light slipped through the curtains so I got up before Liam stirred, splashed water on my face, and pulled on jeans and a simple sweater. When he woke, he yawned big and asked for breakfast right away.“Pancakes again?” I asked, helping him into his shirt.“With chocolate chips,” he said, grinning.We headed downstairs. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries hit me as soon as we stepped into the kitchen. Elena was already there, arranging a tray with sliced fruit and croissants. Her smile was bright, but her eyes looked tired, like she hadn’t slept much either.“Good morning,” she said, setting a plate down. “I thought we could all eat together.”Damon walked in a minute later, his hair still damp from a shower. He looked at me first, gave a small smile, and brushed his hand against m