Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Dante's POV “His condition is critical,” The doctor said. “We’re doing everything we can.”Everything we can.I hated that sentence. It sounded like hope, but it felt like a warning.I opened my mouth to ask another question …something, anything that might make this make sense but before I could speak, the doors behind the doctor swung open with a sharp, metallic sound.A nurse stepped out.Her eyes darted around before landing on the doctor. She didn’t speak at first, but the urgency in her face said enough. Then she lifted her hand and beckoned him over.Something in my chest tightened.The doctor frowned slightly. “Excuse me,” he said, already turning toward her.They spoke in hushed voices, too low for me to catch the words but I didn’t need to hear them. I saw it in the way the nurse’s shoulders stiffened. In the way the doctor’s expression shifted, just for a second, before he smoothed it over again.That was it. That was the moment something broke inside me.“What happened?” I

Clarissa’s POV The room had been dark for so long that it no longer felt like a place safe for a living person. I lay curled beneath the sheets, staring into nothing, letting the silence press down on me until even my thoughts felt distant. I just didn't want to think about anything, I wanted a world free from Dante and the woman he chose over me, Chelsea. Only the thought of her sending chills to my body.I didn’t want light. Light meant reality. Reality meant facing everything I had been trying so desperately to avoid.A sharp knock broke through the stillness but I ignored it.Another knock, louder this time. Then the door creaked open without permission.“Clarissa?”Maya’s voice sliced through the darkness like a blade. I shut my eyes tighter, as if that could make her disappear.“Why is it so dark in here?” she muttered.Before I could answer, the curtains were yanked open.Light flooded the room , such harsh, unforgiving, invasive lightning . I flinched, turning my face into the

Clarissa’s POV Chelsea’s hand closed around my wrist, firm but not unkind. “Clarissa, come with me,” she said quietly, glancing over her shoulder like she didn’t want anyone to notice.I pulled my hand back.“No,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I want to talk to Dante.”Her expression flickered with worry, hesitation, maybe even fear but before she could argue, Dante’s voice cut through the hallway.“Chelsea.”We both turned.He stood a few feet away, posture rigid, eyes unreadable. There was something cold in them, something I had never seen before. Not even on the worst days.“Take her to the car,” he said, nodding toward Reed’s wife, who was slumped against the wall, crying uncontrollably. “Stay there. Wait for me.”Chelsea hesitated. “But—”“Now.”It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.She nodded quickly, guiding the sobbing woman away. Reed’s wife barely resisted, her grief too consuming to question anything. I watched them go, my stomach tightening with every ste

Clarissa’s POV “Forgive… you?” I echoed, confusion flooding my mind. “Dante, what are you talking about? You said she abandoned you…”“And I told you I misunderstood her,” he said, his voice rising slightly.There was something else there now. Something darker.“What did you do?” I asked, my heart pounding.For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. That he would shut down again, retreat behind that wall he had built so carefully.But then he spoke.“I said things,” he admitted. “Things I can’t take back.”My stomach twisted.“What kind of things?”He looked away, his silence more telling than any words.“Dante…” I pressed, fear creeping into my voice. “What did you say to her?”“I told her,” he said slowly, “that she was dead to me.”The words hit like a physical blow.I staggered back slightly, my chest tightening.“You didn’t mean that,” I said quickly. “You were angry—”“I meant it enough for her to believe it,” he cut in.The weight of his guilt filled the space between us, suff

Clarissa’s pov I knew something was wrong the moment Maya stopped stirring the pot. The soft bubbling of the soup filled the kitchen, thick with the scent of spices and something slightly burnt, but she just stood there, a wooden spoon suspended mid-air like she’d forgotten what it was for. The overhead light cast a dull glow on her face, and for a second, she looked… distant. Just gone.“Maya?” I called, leaning against the counter. “You’re going to ruin it.”She blinked slowly, as if surfacing from deep water, then set the spoon down with a quiet clink. “I’m tired, Clarissa. I’m going to sleep.”I straightened immediately. “Sleep? What do you mean by sleep? You haven’t finished cooking.”“I know.” Her voice was flat, too calm. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”Something in my chest tightened. “Not in the mood?” I let out a short laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You don’t just stop halfway because you’re not in the mood. What is wrong with you tonight?”She turned to face me th