All Chapters of Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Clarissa’s POV The phone rang again. My chest burned with anger immediately I stared at the screen and saw it was Nicho again. I answered before I could talk myself out of it.“Don’t ever call me again,” I snapped, my voice sharp and shaking. “I mean it this time.”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a slow exhale. Nicho sounded annoyingly calm, as if my anger amused him.“Lower your voice, Clarissa,” he said. “You don’t need to yell at me.”That only made it worse. My fingers curled tightly around the phone. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You lost that right the moment you decided to keep haunting my life.”He chuckled softly, and the sound sent a chill down my spine. Nicho never laughed unless he thought he had the upper hand.“I just wanted to know,” he continued casually, “did you like the surprise I gave you?”My breath caught.Surprise?A cold knot formed in my stomach, replacing my anger with unease. Nicho and surprises never meant anything

Dante's POV  I still didn’t understand why she had left the house the way she did. One minute she was standing there, tense and unreadable after seeing Chelsea, and the next minute she was gone, walking out with a look in her eyes I hadn’t been able to catch or stop. I replayed the moment over and over, searching for the exact second I lost her. Was it jealousy? Or something I’d failed to say?“She didn’t even let me explain,” I muttered to myself. I turned down the heat and reached for the salt, my chest tightening.  “Dante?” Chelsea’s voice

Dante's POV The call ended with a soft click that sounded far too weird for my liking. I stared at my phone for a long second, my reflection faintly visible on the dark screen, before lowering my hand.Chelsea was watching me like she was afraid to blink.“What happened?” she asked. “Is she okay? Are you still leaving?”I drew in a slow breath, forcing my shoulders to relax even though my chest still felt tight. “I’m fine,” I said. “And Maya’s fine too.”Her eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s not an answer.”“It is,” I replied, softer now. “There was a connection issue. She’s safe and nothing’s wrong.”That wasn’t entirely true, but it was close enough to pass as comfort.Chelsea searched my face, clearly unconvinced. “Then why do you look like that?”“Like what?”“Like you're hiding something from me.”I turned away from her and slipped my phone into my pocket. “You’re exhausted,” I said. “You should go rest. Everything’s under control.”She didn’t move.“Chelsea,” I said, keeping my ba

Dante’s POV I felt it before I understood it, I mean the way Chelsea’s weight went slack against my arm, the way her breath hitched and then vanished. One second she was mid-sentence, color already draining from her face, and the next she was folding in on herself like a marionette with its strings cut.“Chelsea,” I said, too calmly at first. Then louder, then desperate but she didn’t answer.I don’t remember deciding to pick her up, only that suddenly she was in my arms and I was moving. The hallway blurred, doors flew open, and someone shouted after me as I barreled outside. I laid her in the passenger seat, my hands shaking so badly I fumbled with the seatbelt twice. Her skin was cold. Too cold. I kept talking to her as I drove, like my voice could anchor her to the world.Don’t you dare leave. Not like this.In the hospital, they took her from me the moment I skidded to a stop, wheeling her away while I stood there with my hands still curved like I was holding her. I paced. I ar