All Chapters of Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clarissa’s POVI told Dante about locking the house, and the moment the words left my mouth, he shifted his gaze away from me, then stared ahead as if bracing himself for whatever came next. A heavy silence settled between us as we approached the house .When we walked in, the world seemed to tilt.Everywhere was ransacked, chairs overturned, drawers ripped out and emptied onto the floor, cushions slashed open as though someone had been desperately searching for something that didn’t belong to them. I froze just inside the doorway, stunned into silence. Then my gaze fell on my work desk. My laptop, which I had left neatly shut that morning, now sat half-open, cords dangling, the back panel slightly pried apart. Someone had tampered with it.In that instant, panic flared hot in my chest. Every file, every draft, every confidential plan about my brand… anyone who had access to it now knew everything. All of it.Before my thoughts could spiral deeper, I heard Dante’s voice calling my name

Classira’s POVStaying with Maya had made me feel almost safe. She moved around me with such effortless warmth, calling me “hermana Rissa” as if the name had always belonged to me. Knowing she had Spanish roots explained the affectionate endearments, but it didn’t explain how easily she treated me like family, like a little sister she had chosen rather than inherited. It felt more like home than anywhere else I had been since my parents died. Yet even with comfort wrapped around me, a part of me remained hollow. I missed my brother so much that it ached. On the morning of the court hearing, Maya practically force-fed me breakfast.“You need strength,” she insisted, shoving a plate in front of me. “Eat. And come back safe, hermana.”I tried to smile, but my stomach was too tight to accept anything except her concern.When Dante arrived to pick me up, a flutter of dread rose in my chest. He wore his usual composed expression, the kind that was meant to reassure, but it only reminded m

Clarissa’s POVI woke to too many papers stacked in uneven piles across my dining table. For a moment I didn’t even understand what I was looking at. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shaking. It didn’t work. The room felt cold even though the heater was humming. I had built everything with my own strength and now everything I had sacrificed for was now dangling over a pit I might never climb out of. By the time the knock came at the door, my throat was already tight with panic.I opened it to find Dante standing there, looking like he’d just walked out of a storm, shirt sleeves rolled up, tie gone, hair slightly mussed as if he’d run a hand through it too many times. He looked calm, but there was tension in his jaw that only someone who knew him could spot.He didn’t ask permission. He stepped inside, took one look at the table, and let out a slow breath.“Don’t panic,” he said, his voice steady in the way mine never was. “We’ll handle this.”Something in me eased

Clarissa’s POVI had spent the entire day rebuilding Vivëe’s presentation slide by slide since the original got stolen. I didn't know if it was necessary but I wanted it as a proof in court that it was my original idea.I had woken up early the next morning, and I told myself keeping busy meant I wouldn’t have to think about Dante, about the case, about the sleepless nights that had started blurring into each other. If I stopped working, even for a moment, everything I’d been shoving into the corner of my mind might break loose and I start thinking again, I was more scared having the thought of Dante. “He was just a friend who wanted to help me.” I tried to assure myself but it wasn't so easy.By eight, my eyes burned from staring at the screen. That was when the doorbell rang.I wasn’t expecting anyone. My pulse jumped as I crossed the room, wiping my hands on my leggings, trying to make the space look less chaotic in the two seconds I had. But when I opened the door, I saw Dante

Clarissa’s POVI woke up the next morning feeling really tired, I was relieved that Dante hadn't talked much about what happened that night. It was just a mistake and it was nobody's fault. The case was getting more complicated and I felt I was getting Dante distracted. He was trying the best he could…even more than he could.But there were more pressing matters now, matters more important than our supposed feelings. I hadn’t planned on meeting Sasha again, not after everything that had happened. But when her message came through, a single line trembling with desperation, I found myself driving to the little café outside town, the kind of place where the air smelled faintly of burnt espresso.The café was nearly empty when I arrived. Only two tables were occupied, both by people too absorbed in their own miseries to notice mine. The lights were dim, uneven, buzzing like they resented having to stay on. Over the door, a lone security camera blinked red in slow, rhythmic flashes which