All Chapters of Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dante’s POVI hadn’t expected the biker to be the private investigator Clarissa kept mentioning, and I definitely hadn’t expected him to walk into my office like he owned the place but I loved his confidence. He was the same guy who had dragged her out of an alley the night she’d been followed. When I told Reed about needing someone to protect Classira, he had mentioned him. Now he shook my hand with a grip like iron and said, “Name’s Hale. Let’s catch your ghost.”He and the cybersecurity specialist, some quiet genius named Rios, spread out in my conference room like they’d lived there for years. Together, we drafted the plan: a fake financial transfer, large enough to tempt anyone who thought they were clever, but structured to be impossible to resist tracking. All we needed was timing, trust, and precision. The three things our situation had lacked until now.Clarissa joined us on the second day of setup, sliding into the chair beside me as if she belonged there which, I guessed, s

Dante’s POV“You need to be strong, Cass.” I tried to assure her but I bet she wasn't even listening.I looked around the hall, trying to find a clue but there was nothing. I had instantly regretted bringing Maya along. I knew Nicho was going to attack but I wasn't sure when.“ We need to find her,” Clarissa pleaded as she wiped her tears, her beautiful makeup was nicely ruined.“ We will find her, for now I need to take you home. That's the only safe place I can think of .” I said as I placed my hands on her shoulders to assure her that everything was under control.Reluctantly, she followed me to the car and I drove her home. I would have taken her to my own house but I wasn't going to be at home and the only place I could think of was her apartment, I was very sure she was going to be safe there. Once I dropped her and saw her lock the doors, I drove to my office to meet Reed.“How is your wife coping?” I asked immediately as I entered, Reed looked at me confused. “She's fine.” H

Dante’s POVThe final showdown came in court, and by the time I stood to deliver the evidence, I felt the weight of months pressing into my spine. The gallery was packed, reporters, corporate sharks, a few curious spectators who probably expected a spectacle and I was certain that they would get one.I laid everything out with the precision of a man who had rehearsed every angle, every timestamp, every ugly truth. Forged documents, hacked financial accounts and finally the blackmail messages Nicho had thought were encrypted well enough to bury. I had kept them all for the right moment.Reed’s testimony had been the wild card. Even as he walked to the stand, I saw the tremor in his hands. He’d received anonymous threats, shadowy warnings in the dead of night, and his apartment had been broken into just a week earlier, nothing stolen, everything overturned. It was just a message. Still, he spoke. His voice wavered, but his spine held. Clarissa sat beside him like a pillar, calm, stead

Dante’s POVWhy didn’t you tell me?” The words scraped out of me. “Why did I have to find out like THIS? On the damn news?”“Because I was ashamed,” she cried. “Because I knew how it looked. Because I didn’t want you to think that I—”“What are you?” I hissed. “Still wanted him? Still needed him? That everything we’ve been doing,everything we’ve risked was built on a lie?”She shook her head hard. “No. No, Dante, it wasn’t like that.”“Then what was it like?”I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to.My voice alone made her flinch.She stepped forward; I moved toward the door.“Dante, please, listen—”“I trusted you,” I said, each word pulled from the tightest part of my chest. “And I thought you trusted me.”She flinched, barely, but enough for me to see it. “Dante, I—”“You just wasted everything,” I cut in, because if I let her speak I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to keep going. “Everything we did. Everything we survived. Nicho, the ambush, the people who put their faith in us, in y

Clarissa’s POVI woke to the sharp, antiseptic smell of hospital air. For a moment, everything was a blur of white and shadow. My head felt heavy, my body dull and distant, as if it didn’t entirely belong to me. But then a darker shape leaned over me, shifting into focus, and my name escaped him in a whisper so raw I barely recognized his voice.“Clarissa…”Dante,who in the past could carry an unreadable expression now had a different look. It was very obvious that he was worried. Instantly, the memories hit me all at once. I sucked in a breath, and Dante flinched as if the sound itself hurt him.“What—what happened?” My voice was thin, trembling. I already knew. I just needed to hear him say it, to anchor myself to something real.He dragged a hand down his face, the motion jerky with irritation he wasn’t bothering to hide. “You were shot. Because you were behaving foolishly.” His jaw tightened, the muscles working as he tried to keep his voice steady. “Why would you meet people you