All Chapters of Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She opened her mouth, but no sound came. Her lips trembled slightly, and Damian’s gaze locked onto her — raw, accusing, desperate.He took a slow step forward.“Yes,” he said finally, his voice low, cutting through the silence like thunder.“She’s my wife.”The restaurant gasped in unison.Emery’s heart stopped.Her glass slipped, shattering against the floor.And in that moment — under soft chandeliers and wide eyes — her carefully built world began to crack again.The restaurant was dead silent. The sound of the glass hitting the floor seemed to echo endlessly, slicing through the air.Emery couldn’t breathe.Her mind couldn’t process the words that had just rolled from his tongue — bold, cold, and utterly destructive.My wife.Every eye was on her. Some filled with curiosity, some with judgment. Gabriel’s confusion turned into a dark, unreadable stare.“Your...” he began, but Emery stood abruptly, her chair scraping sharply against the marble floor.“Excuse me,” she said, voice

The Cole mansion glittered under the evening lights, but inside, the silence was deafening. Every corner gleamed with perfection — marble floors polished to mirror shine, chandeliers glinting with gold. Yet for Clara, it felt like living inside a glass box: beautiful, fragile, and utterly cold.She sat by the vanity in her suite, dabbing foundation over her already flawless skin. The woman in the mirror was stunning — crimson lips, sharp brows, hair falling in elegant waves but her eyes betrayed her. They were tired, hollow, hunted.The door creaked open. Damian’s mother, Isabella Cole, walked in with her usual poise pearls glimmering around her neck, her expression controlled and assessing.“Damian hasn’t come home again,” she said simply.Clara set the brush down, pretending not to flinch. “He’s been busy, Mother Cole. You know how demanding the corporation gets.”Isabella’s reflection met hers in the mirror — cool and sharp. “Busy is one thing. But gone three nights in a row? You’

It’s been three weeks now,The faint jingle of the café doorbell sliced through the morning calm.Emery froze, her teacup halfway to her lips.Something about that sound — or maybe the heavy hush that followed it made her heart skip.She glanced up slowly.The man who entered was tall, sharply dressed, with the kind of aura that didn’t belong in a warm, friendly café like Celeste’s. His suit was immaculate, his posture rigid, and his eyes... searching. Celeste – Calm, gentle and a generous womanEmery met her when she was moving in to the apartment and she has really been a supportive woman.………He scanned the room once, then again, before settling at a table near the corner. The moment their gazes brushed, Emery’s stomach twisted.That face. That cold, assessing stare.She’d seen it before.Not his — but the kind of man who served someone powerful. Someone like Damian Cole.Her hands trembled as she set the cup down. The faint clink of porcelain drew Celeste’s attention immediatel

The hospital was too quiet. Gabriel lay still, his arm stitched and wrapped, a thin line of blood staining the gauze. Emery sat beside him, eyes red and sleepless. She hadn’t said a word since the fight. Every time she tried, her throat closed up because it wasn’t just fear anymore. It was guilt. “You shouldn’t have come,” Gabriel said, voice rough. Emery blinked. “You really think I’d sit back and wait to hear you were dead?” “It was a trap,” he muttered. “They wanted to draw you out.” “And you think I care about that?” she snapped. “I care that you almost got yourself killed!” He sighed, turning his face toward the ceiling. “Clara knows how to use people. She’s not doing this alone.” Her pulse jumped. “Then who is she doing it with?” He hesitated, eyes flicking toward her. “Dr. Owen.” Emery froze. “…Owen?”

The mansion doors burst open.Uniformed officers stormed in, followed by two detectives. Their flashlights slashed through the dim hallway like blades.Clara froze at the doorway, her hair wild, makeup streaked, eyes darting like a trapped animal.Owen stood behind her, pale as chalk—hands trembling, sweat dripping down his forehead.Emery instinctively stepped backward, breath catching in her throat.Clara’s gaze locked on her instantly.“You,” she hissed.Damian surged forward.“Stay away from her.”Clara laughed — a high, broken, hysterical sound.“Oh, look. The loving husband. The knight. How pathetic.”Damian’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t react.He positioned himself protectively in front of Emery.Gabriel moved to her side, steady and quietly watchful.The lead detective lifted a file.“Clara Bennett. Dr. Owen . You are both under a