Alle Kapitel von Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Clarissa’s POV The meeting with the investors went far better than I had dared to hope.Dante sat at the corner of the room, hands folded in front of him, eyes sharp and unreadable. He didn’t speak once, but I could feel his gaze cutting through every word I said, every slide I presented, like he was measuring not just the numbers, but me.I hated that he could do that. And yet, somewhere deep inside, it made me feel invincible.The investors leaned forward in their chairs, nodding, murmuring agreement. Every single one of them seemed genuinely impressed, and more than impressed, they were willing to back Viveé with more capital than I had anticipated. The contracts, the projections, the brand strategy—it all worked. All of it came together perfectly.And I realized, suddenly, that I hadn’t just survived this meeting. I had dominated it.When it ended, the room buzzed with polite chatter, handshakes, and congratulations. I stood and gathered my things, trying to keep my hands from sh

Clarissa’s POV By the time we arrived at the restaurant, the city had shifted into its late-afternoon hush, that quiet hour when sunlight softened and shadows stretched long across the pavement. The place Dante chose was discreet tucked between a bookstore and a florist, warm lights glowing behind tall windows.Dante held the door open for me, his hand brushing lightly against my back as I stepped inside. The contact sent a grounding shiver through me. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been wound until that moment.“You sure you’re okay?” he asked under his breath.I nodded. “I am. I just… need food.”He smiled faintly. “Then you'll get food.”We were seated near the window, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses wrapping around us. For the first time since Nicho left, my shoulders began to relax. Dante took the seat across from me, but his attention never drifted—his eyes kept returning to my face as if checking for cracks.The menus arrived. I stared at mine longer than n

Clarissa’s POV The moment Dante walked out, something inside me snapped.At first, I told myself to breathe. To be rational. To remember his steady voice, the way he’d said emergency without hesitation. I stayed seated for a full minute, staring at the empty chair across from me like it might explain itself if I waited long enough.Anger crept in slowly, like a burn you don’t feel until it’s already blistering. The more I replayed the moment in my head the phone call, the urgency, the way his eyes had flicked away from mine the more certain I became.He’d gone to see Chelsea.I pushed my plate away. The prawns I’d been so excited about suddenly made my stomach churn. I grabbed my bag, my movements sharp and impatient, and stood before the waiter could even glance my way again. I didn’t look back at the door Dante had exited through. I already knew what I’d see—nothing. No explanation. No reassurance.Outside, the air felt colder.I ordered a ride home with trembling fingers, my jaw c

Dante’s POV I stood there watching her sway on her feet, insisting she was fine, and it took everything in me not to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her.“You were just in an accident, Chelsea,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm even as something sharp twisted in my chest. “You don’t get to decide you’re fine five minutes after being thrown across a road.”She gave me that look—the one that was half stubborn and half exhausted. “I’m not hurt, Dante. I would know if I was.”“That’s not how internal injuries work,” I snapped before I could stop myself. I dragged a hand through my hair, the image of her lying still on the asphalt flashing in my mind again. “You could be bleeding internally and not feel a damn thing.”Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but then her shoulders slumped. The fight drained out of her all at once. “I don’t feel pain,” she said quietly. “I just feel… tired. Really tired.”That scared me more than if she’d screamed.She leaned against t

Dante’s POV The ringing in my ears hadn’t stopped. It filled my head like a warning siren, drowning out everything else. My hands were still gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles pale, my arms trembling from the force of the impact. Every breath burned my chest, sharp and uneven.I suddenly remembered Chelsea . I turned to her to check if she was still with me.She was still slumped in the seat, her hair covering part of her face, her breathing shallow but present. Relief came in small, fragile waves.“Chelsea,” I whispered, forcing strength into my voice. “Chelsea, listen to me.”Her eyelids fluttered slightly. Good. She was conscious. That was the full relief and satisfaction I needed.“Stay calm,” I said quickly. “Don’t move too much.”Her lips parted weakly. “Dante… what… happened…”“We were hit.”Her eyes widened faintly, confusion and fear mixing together. Then I remembered suddenly.“The red button,” I said urgently. “Inside the console. Press it.”She blinked slowly. “What?