All Chapters of Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Clarissa’s POV I didn’t remember the ride home. One moment I was standing under the harsh white lights outside the hospital, the smell of antiseptic still clinging to my skin, and the next I was unlocking the front door with trembling fingers. The taxi driver had said something polite when I got out, but I hadn’t answered. My mind had been somewhere else still trapped in that hospital corridor, replaying every word, every look.The door creaked open.“Clarissa?”Maya’s voice came from the living room, thick with sleep and confusion. I stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind me as if the night itself might follow me in.She appeared a second later, wrapped in a loose robe, her hair messy. Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You’re home already? It’s midnight.” She paused, scanning behind me. “Wait… didn’t Dante drop you off?”I let out a short, hollow laugh as I slipped off my shoes. “Dante?” I repeated, the name tasting bitter. “He didn’t even try.”Maya frowned, stepping clos

Clarissa’s POV Immediately she said those words, a flicker of doubt crept into my mind.Had Dante said something to her?“No…” I tried to assure myself because that didn’t make sense or did it? They were in love before.“You’re bluffing,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.Chelsea’s smile widened slightly.“Am I?”The way she said it made my stomach drop because suddenly, I wasn’t so sure. Who was this lady really?She took a step back, creating space between us again, but the tension didn’t ease. If anything, it sharpened.“I don’t care what game you think you’re playing,” she continued, her tone colder now. “But let me make something very clear.”I braced myself.“If you say anything about me to Dante, anything at all to try and ruin what we have…” she paused, her eyes locking onto mine with unsettling intensity, “…you’re going to regret it.”A chill spread through me.“That’s a threat,” I said quietly.“It’s a promise,” she corrected.” I don't make threats.”For a moment,

Chelsea's POV I hadn’t expected the market to feel like a battlefield. Maybe it was because I usually hated the market. After leaving the hospital, I had told him I was going to prepare lunch, have a change of clothes and then come back. I still don't understand why I chose to do something like that but I guess love makes us do crazy things.The air was thick with the scent of ripe tomatoes, dried fish, and spices that clung to your skin long after you left. Normally, I would have found comfort in it. Reed was in the hospital. His wife hadn’t left his side. And Dante…oh my poor baby was all alone with no one to comfort him.I tightened my grip on the basket in my hand, pushing that thought away before it could settle.I moved quickly between stalls, picking what I needed, fresh vegetables, rice, and some spices. Something simple but warm. Something that could pass as care, even if I didn’t know where I stood anymore in their lives.I was just reaching for a bunch of peppers when I f

Dante's POV “What exactly did he say?” I asked.She blinked. “What?”“His words,” I said, stepping closer. “Tell me exactly what he said.”She hesitated, thinking. “He said… he felt like someone had been watching him for days. Not just following but also watching.”A chill ran down my spine.“Did he describe anyone?” I asked.“No,” she said. “He said he never saw their face. Just… glimpses. A shadow. Always gone when he turned to look.”I clenched my fists. That wasn’t random.That wasn’t the kind of vague threat we usually dealt with. That was something else. Something deliberate.“You should have told me,” I said quietly.“I know,” she whispered.I turned slowly.Reed’s wife stood a few feet away from me. Her eyes were red, her face drained, but her voice—her voice was steady. My jaw tightened. “If you had told me he was being followed—”“Oh, don’t you dare,” she snapped, stepping closer. “Don’t you dare put that on me.”“I could have done something!” I shot back. “I could have sent

Dante's POV I nodded, forcing myself to turn away from the door.Each step down the hallway felt heavier than the last. When I reached the exit, I stopped, glancing back over my shoulder.Chelsea was still there, standing outside Reed’s room, watching me. She gave me a small nod.I pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air.It hit me immediately, sharp, grounding. For a moment, I just stood there, breathing.Then I walked to my car, my movements slow, mechanical. As I got in and started the engine, my hands tightened on the steering wheel.Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake off the feeling.It clung to me the entire drive home, creeping into my thoughts, whispering at the edges of my mind. There were so many things. Reed's accident was planned and I was so sure of it, I really needed to do something as fast as possible.By the time I pulled into my driveway, my chest felt tight again.I turned off the engine but didn’t move and then suddenly my phone buzzed.I f