All Chapters of Contract Lover : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Celine Pov That motherfucking, cocksucking, pussy-ass bitch—Christopher, fucking liar. I cussed immediately after he left, blushing at the bad words in my thoughts, but I couldn’t care less because of the anger coursing through my blood.The door clicked closed as he left, and it took every bit of my self-control to keep myself from hurling my crystal glass at the door, hoping that somehow it would hit him or that he’d feel the pain of it.The nerve of that man, to come here after all these months and talk all this bullshit about how he was sorry and how he wanted me back. Utter bullshit. He never even had me! We were just friends!Even if I was catching feelings for him, he ruined it.Like hell I was going to fall for his crap again and let him manipulate me like he did those months ago.I was not the same naive girl who had just gotten a divorce and fell for the first man who showed her care. I was smarter.There was no chance that I was going to allow myself to fall for his seduct

Third Person PovHe tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that was almost invasive. “I didn’t lie,” he said slowly. “I just… guided the situation. You would have refused otherwise. What do you want me to do, Celine? You would not listen to me or give me a chance to express myself.”Her hands gripped the edge of the table, nails digging into the fabric. She didn’t flinch, but her eyes blazed. “Don’t,” she warned. “Don’t even try to manipulate me again. I’m done with your games.”He leaned back, his hands resting casually on the table. “Done?” His voice was incredulous, though his eyes were sharp. “Celine, I know what I did was wrong, but I am confident that I can win you back. This is just the beginning.”“You can’t,” she said. Her voice was steady, but there was a fire behind it. “Not this time. Why aren’t you with Joan?”He paused, weighing her words, and then his expression softened. “I ended it with her. I should never have gotten back together with her in the first place

Third Person Pov He stayed still after he said it, his words hovering between them like a polite lie they both understood.We should stop.He smiled against her forehead and finally pulled back, just enough to look at her properly. Really look. She had that attentive expression she wore when she was thinking—brows slightly drawn, lips parted like she might argue with herself before speaking. He liked that. Liked that she didn’t pretend to be effortless like Cassia did.“You know,” he said, shifting so they were sitting up now, backs against the bed, “I spent six hours yesterday debugging a system that broke because someone forgot a single line of code.”She laughed. “That sounds like tech people drama.”“It is,” he said. “Millions of dollars held hostage by a missing semicolon.”She tilted her head. “And you enjoy this?”“I enjoy fixing things that actually respond when you put in the work.”She glanced at him sideways. “That sounded personal.”He shrugged, unbothered. “Most things a

Third Person Pov“You’re late!” Nathaniel’s mum scolded as she hugged Nathaniel.“It’s all his fault this time; I got ready first,” Cassia said immediately, saving only herself, which earned her a secret scowl from Nathaniel—one she ignored.“Cassia, love, any news yet?” she asked as she hugged Cassia, making both Cassia and Nathaniel wince, since they knew she was asking about a baby from them—but they had hoped this question would come later.Looks like she was getting impatient. Nathaniel, who had promised to help Cassia, chose to keep quiet since she had thrown him under the bus earlier.Cassia hoped her husband would come to her rescue, but she did not hear anything from him, and it was now becoming awkward.“In God’s time, it will happen. We are both trying our best!” she said, with a smile that did not reach her eyes.“Well… you both should try harder!” Nathaniel’s mum did not even try to hide her displeasure before walking into the house.Nathaniel and Cassia went in, and they

Third Person Pov Dinner had stretched longer than anyone expected, the kind of evening where conversation lingered even after plates were cleared and glasses were refilled with water instead of wine. The house felt full, but Nathaniel was really exhausted. The chairs were pulled back, jackets draped over armrests, the low clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen as someone pretended to help but mostly chatted.Near the doorway, Nathaniel and Cassia were already preparing to leave, though you could tell that Cassia was taking her time. Shoes were being slipped on, a coat adjusted, a phone checked for the time. They exchanged polite goodbyes with everyone, promising to call soon, promising not to disappear again for months. They were about to leave.That was when his mother spoke.“Are you leaving too?” she asked, her voice gentle but deliberate, eyes already fixed on Nicholas.He paused mid-movement, keys in hand. “I was planning to,” he said. “I have an early morning.”She didn’t an