บททั้งหมดของ The contracted heart : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The glittering ballroom pulsed with soft music, chandeliers scattering golden light across polished marble floors. Laughter rippled through the crowd, blending with the clink of champagne flutes and the occasional pop of a camera flash. To Vanessa Carmichael, the room felt like a battlefield disguised as a gala, where every glance carried judgment, and every smile hid a dagger.She adjusted the delicate strap of her gown, a midnight-blue dress Alexander had ordered delivered earlier that day. It clung to her figure with unnerving precision, as though he’d known her measurements before she ever entered his life. Her palms were clammy against the clutch she held, but she squared her shoulders, determined not to look like the outsider she felt.Alexander Cole walked beside her with his usual commanding presence, sharp in a tailored black suit that screamed power. His hand rested lightly at the small of her back, a gesture that was both possessive and oddly protective. If Vanessa hadn’t k

The mansion was too quiet.For the first two days after the gala, Vanessa felt as though she was walking through a museum, lavish halls filled with priceless art, marble floors polished to a mirror’s sheen, chandeliers glittering above her like frozen constellations. Yet beneath all the beauty was a suffocating silence.No laughter. No warmth. No sign of life, except for the discreet footsteps of maids who never met her eyes, and the occasional deep, commanding voice of Alexander issuing instructions to his staff.He left early. He returned late. And when he was home, the house seemed to shrink under his presence, every corner filled with his cold authority.Vanessa tried to keep herself busy, exploring rooms, reading in the small study, even helping one of the maids fold linen just to feel useful but the weight of it all pressed harder each hour. The contract had promised her a place to live, protection, money for her mother’s care. But no one had said anything about loneliness being

The sound of his car fading into the night left Vanessa standing motionless on the balcony, her shawl fluttering in the cold breeze. The mansion suddenly felt bigger, emptier a hollow echo of its owner’s absence.She tried to sleep, but her mind wouldn’t rest. Alexander’s last words replayed in her head “If you stay, I might forget why I brought you here.”There had been something in his eyes before he left. Fear, maybe. Or longing. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the emotionless calm he wore like armor every day.Hours passed.At some point after midnight, thunder cracked across the sky. Rain began to pour heavy, relentless. Vanessa got up, wrapping her robe tighter around her, and moved toward the window. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the driveway below, empty except for the wet gleam of the security lights.He still hadn’t returned.Her chest tightened. She didn’t understand why she cared, this was a man who treated her like a pawn, a contract. But no matter how she tried to

The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the tall windows of the Cole mansion, pale and uncertain after a night of storm. Vanessa stood by the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee that had already gone cold.The headlines from the night before still echoed in her head. Her face, her face plastered across news sites and gossip blogs beside Alexander’s name. Words like “mystery wife”, “CEO’s secret bride”, and “questionable connection” filled the airwaves.She hadn’t left the house since.Across the room, Alexander stood stiffly, his phone glued to his ear, his entire body coiled in tension. “I don’t care what the PR team says,” he snapped. “Shut down every leak. Pull the photos. Anyone still talking by noon, fire them.”His tone was all steel, but Vanessa saw the faint tremor in his hand as he lowered the phone.“They’re saying I seduced my way into your company,” she said quietly. “That the reason for your success is because of me. Because I’m sleeping wit