All Chapters of The Christmas Contract : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

171 Chapters

A Slice Of Heaven

Tara sat alone in the quiet house, the hum of the refrigerator keeping her company. Melody had already left for the airport, off to Malibu with Logan, leaving Tara with a rare moment of solitude. She made her way to the kitchen, sliding open the fridge and retrieving a slice of the freshly baked apple pie Melody had left behind. She placed it on a small plate and poured herself a glass of orange juice. The sweet scent of cinnamon and baked apples mingled with the tangy aroma of the juice, creating a little bubble of comfort in the otherwise empty house.She carried her plate and glass to the sitting room and sank into the couch, positioning herself perfectly in front of the TV. The screen flickered to life, and she navigated to her favorite series, Sisters by Tyler Perry. The first mouthful of apple pie melted in her mouth, the warm sweetness clinging to her taste buds. Melody’s skill in baking was unparallele it tasted like a slice of heaven, each bite reminded her why she could nev

I'm Here Now, You're Safe

Tara was curled up on the floor, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, trembling as tears slid down her cheeks.She couldn’t stop thinking about the way Dr. Davy had grabbed her, held her neck, kissed her roughly, pressed against her in ways she hadn’t consented to, he's touched her inappropriately. The room around her blurred as fear, confusion, and shock overtook her. She didn’t know how to process what had just happened. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his hands on her, forcing her into submission, ignoring her protests. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cut through her panic. Tara’s head shot up, and she spotted her phone on the floor beside her. With shaky hands, she picked it up, seeing Daniel’s name flashing across the screen. Her lips trembled as she answered.She started crying.“Baby? Tara? Are you okay?” Daniel’s voice was tight with concern, almost panicked.Tara’s voice broke. “I… I’m scared.”“Wh

Just A Little Stomach Bug

The guest room on the second floor of the Russo mansion was dark. Melody asked Logan to close all the curtains. She could faintly hear voices, guests talking, footsteps moving across marble floors, and distant murmurs of condolences.The Russo mansion was overflowing with people, especially since tomorrow is Antonio Russo’s burial. But up here, in the guest room she had insisted on staying.Melody lay beneath the soft duvet, her body weak and heavy. Her stomach churned again, sending a dull wave of nausea through her chest. She swallowed hard and pressed her hand against her abdomen, breathing slowly as she tried to steady herself.The flight had been brutal. She had thrown up three times on the plane. Even now, hours after they had landed in Malibu, her stomach still felt unsettled.Across the room, Logan stood near the small table where he had placed a glass of ice water. He had rolled the sleeves of his shirt halfway up his arms, his brows slightly furrowed as he watched her.Conce

Grief stricken

Logan kept greeting the people who came to see his mother and console him and his sister. He had a whole lot to do, but thank goodness Camilla and Luke offered to help him run some errands.He could see some of his friends from both high school and college, he walked up to them to say hello and just then, he noticed he hadn't seen his mother.He figured she'd gone towards the beach, so he excused himself and headed towards the back of the house.The ocean breeze carried a soft tang of salt and seaweed across the expansive backyard of the Russo mansion. Logan’s footsteps crunched softly over the white sand that stretched toward the beach.There, just past the cabana and closer to the shoreline, stood Diana Russo. She was leaning against the railing of the deck, a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. Her posture was tense, and her face was streaked with tears. When she heard the subtle sound of footsteps, she turned, and Logan froze. He had never seen his mother cry like this

Have Fun Consoling Your Ex

The Russo mansion already had guests very early, movements and arrangements were still in motion. It was the day Antonio Russo would be laid to rest.Sunlight filtered through the tall windows overlooking the Malibu shoreline, casting pale gold streaks across the polished floors. Outside, the ocean moved in long, quiet waves, the rhythmic hush of water against sand almost meditative. The air here is always cold and fresh all thanks to the beach.Inside the guest room upstairs, Melody stirred beneath the covers. For a moment, she simply lay still, staring at the ceiling while trying to gauge how her body felt.Yesterday was terrible. The flight, the nausea, the exhaustion, it had all hit her at once. Three times she had thrown up on the plane, and by the time Logan helped her into bed at the mansion, she had barely been able to keep her eyes open.But this morning, she inhaled slowly. She was feeling way better now.Her stomach still felt tender, like it was recovering from a storm, bu

Rest Well Andriano

The church was silent in a way that felt heavy. Rows upon rows of mourners filled the cathedral, dressed in black and gray. Some sat with bowed heads. Others stared ahead blankly, still trying to accept the loss that had gathered them all in that place. The press was also present, the whole build was press infested.At the very front of the church sat the Russo family. Logan sat between his mother and his sister, his hands clasped together tightly as the preacher spoke from the pulpit.The deep voice of the clergyman echoed softly through the cathedral.“Life,” the preacher said slowly, “is fragile. It is fleeting. We often live our days believing tomorrow will always come… that there will always be another chance to say the things we want to say.” His voice softened. “But the truth is, tomorrow is never promised.”Logan lowered his head slightly. The preacher’s words struck something deep inside him.“Many people go through life postponing love, postponing forgiveness, postponing the

Pregnancy Reveal

Melody lay on the bed, her body slightly propped up by the pillows, her fingers loosely gripping the edge of the sheet as she watched the doctor move around the room. She already knows it's nothing serious, maybe her stomach was reacting to something.He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, flipping through his notes, his expression calm, he turned to look at Melody and they locked eyes.Melody’s heart began to race, she had nothing to worry about but there was always something about doctors and their silence that always made people nervous.“Am I okay?” she asked finally, her voice softer than she intended. She hated the suspense.The doctor looked up at her, for a brief second, their eyes met. Then he gave a small nod. “You’re very okay Miss Hart.”Melody exhaled immediately, her shoulders relaxing. “Thank God,” she murmured under her breath. “So what was the cause of the pain and nausea? I've had food poisoning once when I was growing up and I think that's what happened to me

The Baby The Baby The Baby

Melody woke up like someone being pulled reluctantly from the depths of a dream she couldn’t quite remember.Her body felt heavy and exhausted in a way that sleep hadn’t fixed. Her limbs ached faintly, her head dull, her stomach unsettled in that familiar, unwelcome way that had become almost routine for a few days now.For a few seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Then her brows slowly drew together. Something felt off.Her mind tried to retrace its steps, to pick up from where she had left off before she fell asleep, but there was nothing. Just a blank stretch of nothingness. No clear memory of lying down. No memory of deciding to sleep.She shifted slightly, and that was when she noticed it. She was still in her clothes, the black dress she had worn to the funeral.Her breath caught faintly. “…What?” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.Slowly, she pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fingers pressed lightly against her temples as sh

I Lied

The tears hadn’t stopped, they came in quiet waves at first soft, shaky breaths that she tried to swallow down but the more she tried to control it, the worse it got. Melody curled into herself on the bed, clutching the fabric of her boubou like it could somehow hold her together.Her chest tightened with every breath.She wasn’t someone who cried easily. She wasn’t fragile. She wasn’t weak. But lately… it felt like something inside her had been unlocked, like her emotions had been turned all the way up and she didn’t know how to turn them down.Her stomach twisted again. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door..Melody didn’t move. She didn’t answer. Before she could even gather herself, the door creaked open and Logan stepped in.She lifted her head immediately, her eyes still glassy, her cheeks damp. The moment she saw him, irritation flared so fast it almost burned away the tears.“I didn’t ask you to come in.” Her voice was sharp, raw. She was still clutching her gown.Logan

You Can't Really Know A Person

The soft hum of weekend life filled the air as Cynthia pushed her cart slowly down the wide aisles of the supermarket, her fingers loosely wrapped around the handle while her eyes scanned the shelves with quiet focus. It was always a bit more crowded on weekends than on weekdays.It had been a while since she’d done something as simple as grocery shopping without rushing back home. Today she was going to take her time. Lately, her life has been perfect. She paused briefly, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder as a small smile tugged at her lips. The past few weeks felt like a reset, a gentle rewind to something she thought she had lost.Her heart warmed at the thought of her husband. He had been more intentional, that was the word. Flowers showing up in front of the doorsteps unannounced. Little gifts she didn’t ask for. The way he lingered longer in conversations and how he looked at her like he was still trying to win her over, like they were just starting out again.

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