Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Chelsea's POV The restaurant was exactly what I expected. Dim lighting and soft music. The kind of place where everything looked expensive, even the silence and quietness. And he was already there. Of course he was.Charles stood the moment he saw me, like some part of him still remembered how to be a gentleman. In his hand was a flower. I stopped walking for just a second. It was a single flower not a bouquet, not something grand or dramatic. Just one and somehow that made it worse.I forced myself to keep moving.“Chelsea,” he said softly as I approached.“Charles.”My eyes flicked briefly to the flower before meeting his gaze again. “What is that?”He hesitated, then gave a small, almost self-conscious smile. “I didn’t know if you’d accept it.”“I won’t.”The smile faded slightly, but he nodded and set it down on the table instead.We sat and for a moment, neither of us spoke.I studied him carefully.He looked the same.And yet… not.There was something different in his eyes. Som

Nicho’s POV I sat low in the back seat of my black Fancy car, the engine humming softly beneath me like a restrained beast. The tinted windows shielded me from the outside world, but I saw everything. I always did and that was how I survived.Across the street, under the dim wash of a flickering streetlight, I watched Dante and her. The mystery woman who caught my attention, I recently found out that her name was Chelsea.The moment I saw her face, something inside me tightened, it was sharp and immediate. Recognition hit me like a bullet. She hadn’t changed much. Still carried that quiet confidence, that dangerous calmness in her eyes. The kind that made you underestimate her… until it was too late.Dante leaned toward her, speaking in low tones I couldn’t hear. But I didn’t need to. I read people. I watched the way she stood relaxed, but alert. The way her gaze moved, calculating exits, angles, risks. She wasn’t just listening. She was analyzing ad then she smiled.That was when I

Nicho's POV I studied her carefully. “And what’s your price?”She blinked, caught off guard. “What?”“Your price,” I repeated. “Nothing comes free, Sasha. Not in my world. Not in yours either, no matter how much you pretend.”“I told you there’s no price.”I laughed again, this time more openly, shaking my head as I took a step back.“Wow,” I said. “You really think I’m a fool.”“I don’t—”“You expect me to believe that you just walked in here, confessed everything, and now you’re offering to fix my biggest problem out of… what? Guilt?” I scoffed. “That’s not how this works.”“I’m serious,” she said firmly. “There is no price.”I walked closer again, stopping just inches away from her. “Everyone has a price.”“Not this time.”“Especially this time.”Our eyes locked, neither of us backing down.Then she said it.“I can make Clarissa hate Dante.”That caught my attention but I didn’t show it.“And?” I asked calmly.“Not just hate him,” she continued. “I can make it permanent. Irrevers

Dante’s POV I swallowed hard and forced myself to move. Staying wouldn’t fix anything. Reed was still dead. And whatever truth was hiding behind that fact wasn’t going to reveal itself on its own.I grabbed a piece of paper from the table and scribbled quickly.“I’ll be back soon. I just need to get more information about Reed. Please don’t worry.”I stared at the note for a second before placing it where she would easily see it when she woke up.It didn’t feel like enough. It wasn’t enough. My hand lingered on the edge of the table, hesitation creeping in. Something twisted uncomfortably in my chest, a sudden, sharp fear that I couldn’t ignore.An image flashed in my mind Cathy waking up alone, disoriented, drowning in grief… doing something irreversible. Or worse disappearing maybe running away. I was certain she could run away.Cathy had always been strong, but grief had a way of breaking even the strongest people. And right now, she wasn’t just grieving, she was shattered.I clen

Dante's POV I stepped closer, my eyes fixed on the footage. The timestamp in the corner confirmed it was the correct footage.My pulse picked up as the video played.The angle showed the entrance of a supermarket. People moved in and out casually, unaware of what was about to happen.Then I saw him. Reed was walking out of the store, a small bag in his hand, his posture relaxed… normal. Seeing him alive brought mixed emotions.For a brief second, it felt like everything slowed down.“That’s him,” I said unnecessarily.Andrew nodded. “Watch.”I leaned in slightly, my focus narrowing.A car pulled up along the road.Nothing unusual at first glance. Just another vehicle stopping by the curb.But something about it felt… off.The door opened and then a figure stepped out. The figure was masked and immediately everything in me went rigid. The person moved with purpose. No hesitation. No uncertainty.A gun appeared in their hand.“Wait…” I started, but it was already happening.The shot ra