Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Clarissa’s POV I woke up with that heavy, hollow feeling that comes after too much crying, the kind that made my head beat faster and my eyes burn even when they were closed. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember what day it was and what life it was.Then it all came rushing back. Maya and Dante's betrayal. A family who could keep secrets even when n their death birth, I found it amusing but painful. A sharp ache twisted in my chest, and I swallowed hard, pressing the heel of my palm against my sternum as if I could physically hold myself together.I had trusted her, no…more than that, I had needed her. And all along, she had been hiding something so massive, something that tied directly to the one person I had spent years trying to untangle myself from.I turned my head and noticed my phone lying on the bedside table. The screen lit up faintly, and I squinted, reaching for it sluggishly. A missed call notification blinked back at

Clarissa’s POV The moment I saw Nicho standing at my door, something inside me shifted like the ground beneath my feet had quietly cracked, waiting for the right moment to give way.For a second, I couldn’t speak.I just stared at him.“Nicho…?” My voice came out softer than I intended, laced with disbelief.He looked at me like he had been expecting that reaction like he had rehearsed this moment in his head and found it lacking compared to reality.“What are you doing here?” I asked again, my tone sharpening as the shock wore off. My hand tightened around the edge of the door.Instead of answering, he tilted his head slightly, studying me with an expression I couldn’t quite place.“That’s not exactly the proper way to welcome your husband home,” he said calmly.The words hit me like a slap.I blinked.Then I let out a dry, humorless laugh.“My husband?” I repeated, stepping back slightly but not enough to let him think he was welcome. “You mean my ex-husband.”Something flickered i

Dante's POV I stood a few steps behind them, watching as the years collapsed into a single moment.Maya barely had time to breathe before Cathy threw herself at her. The force of it startled even me.Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around Maya, clutching her like she was afraid she might disappear again if she let go. Maya stiffened at first just for a second but then I saw her melt into the embrace, her hands slowly rising to return it.“Where have you been?” Cathy’s voice broke against Maya’s shoulder, but it wasn’t fragile. It wasn’t weak. It carried something sharper beneath it. Something restless. I knew that tone.Maya pulled back gently, her hands still on Cathy’s arms. “Cathy, I—”“All these years,” Cathy pressed, searching her face like she was trying to piece together a puzzle that refused to make sense. “No word. No message, nothing at all. You just vanished.”Maya hesitated and that hesitation was enough to make my chest tighten.“She’s been with Clarissa,” I said.Both of

Dante's POV I believed her and that was the problem because Reed was right. If the killer was someone close then finding her wasn’t just going to expose the truth. It was going to destroy whatever was left of our lives.Maya broke the silence.“Dante,” she said softly.I turned to her.Her expression had changed, it was less tense and more searching.“Are you back with Chelsea?” she asked.The question caught me off guard.“What?”It came out sharper than I intended.Maya held my gaze.“I saw you with her earlier,” she said. “And I just… wanted to know.”For a second, the tension in the room shifted, not gone but redirected.I exhaled slowly.“No,” I said. “That ended a long time ago.”Maya’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but she didn’t look entirely convinced.“We’re not together,” I continued. “I’m just helping her.”“Helping her how?” Cathy asked, her tone neutral but curious.“She’s getting divorced,” I said. “Her husband… it’s complicated. She needs support.”“That’s all?” Maya as

Dante's POV I didn’t like the silence in the car. It wasn’t the comfortable kind nor was it the kind that settles in when people have said everything they need to say. No, this one felt heavy, like something was sitting between us, breathing quietly, waiting for the right moment to strike.I kept my eyes on the road, hands tight around the steering wheel. The streetlights stretched ahead in long, dim lines, flickering occasionally like they were warning me to turn back.Behind me, Cathy and Maya talked.At first, it was soft. Careful. Like they were testing each other, making sure the other was still the same person they remembered. Then gradually, their voices warmed, slipping into laughter, into shared memories, into everything that had happened while they’d been apart.“…and then I told him he was insane if he thought I’d just—”Maya’s voice broke into laughter.I swallowed hard.That laugh.For a moment, it made everything feel normal again.But normal wasn’t something I trusted