Todos los capítulos de The Christmas Contract : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

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

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

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

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 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