Todos os capítulos de Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lucien’s POV, I always remember pieces. I’m in a dark room, my father is laughing, and my hands are shaking violently. Someone is screaming my name.Then nothing.Just blank spaces where parts of my life should’ve been. The only thing I know for certain is this:I killed my father and my twin. And whatever happened afterward was bad enough that my mind buried it alive.Maybe I wanted it buried.Maybe monsters deserve amnesia.Across the bed, Elara shifts softly in her sleep, and my attention snaps back to her immediately.A small, faint smile touches her lips. I have the selfish desire, wishing it’s me she’s dreaming about.Then tears slide slowly down her cheeks, and my chest tightens painfully.Okay, please don’t be me. The next day, I’m adjusting her pillow when she quietly starts to hum. I freeze.It’s soft and barely audible, but the melody punches straight through my chest. Something inside me lurches violently.FLASH.“...never shall we die.”Lanterns, music, and people sin

Third person’s POV, For the past three weeks, Lucien had felt like someone was repeatedly driving a screwdriver into his ribs and twisting it slowly. Again.And again.And again.He avoided Elara not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much. That was the problem.Every time he saw her now, he saw silence where fire used to exist, grief where chaos once lived, and a girl slowly disappearing inside herself, and Lucien Kòrvac had never known how to comfort broken things.He destroyed them. That was what he did best.So he stayed away. But not far.Most nights, he sat outside her room long after everyone slept, listening carefully in case she tried something reckless again. Sometimes he heard nothing at all. Other times, he heard quiet crying through the door that made his chest ache so violently he had to leave before he broke it down himself.He barely slept anymore.The nightmares had already been bad before Elara’s accident. So instead of sleeping, Lucien drank.Tonight,

Third Person’s POV, Elara is coming back slowly.Piece by piece, the girl who disappeared into silence begins returning to the Kòrvac household like sunlight after a brutal winter.First, she starts standing longer, then walking. Not properly yet.But enough to hold onto trees while Lucien steadies her carefully from beside the stream every morning.Sometimes she grips his hands so tightly her knuckles turn white while trying to take another step. Other times, she gets frustrated and curses at her own legs until Lucien distracts her with ridiculous stories.And somehow, she laughs more now. Small laughs, but they’re real…although, sometimes mocking whenever Lucien scolds her for refusing to take her drugs. One day, she rolled her wheelchair around the garden, running away from Lucien, who tried to feed her her drug. Lucien had fallen flat on his face, and she rolled back, laughing at him. He finally held her and forced the drugs into her mouth. People slowly start returning around

Third person’s POV, Rain taps softly against the windows long after midnight, and the mansion is finally quiet now.Tanya is asleep, curled beside Asher at the edge of the massive bed, while cartoons continue playing quietly on low volume. Asher’s fever finally broke an hour ago, leaving him exhausted and clingy. One tiny hand still grips Lucien’s sleeve even in sleep.Lucien sits beside the bed in silence, and Elara watches him from the armchair near the window.The room glows dimly gold from the bedside lamp, softening the hard lines of Lucien’s face. His sleeves are rolled up messily, his dark hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it all day.He looks exhausted, but she still believes he’s the most beautiful male she’s ever seen.Elara studies him quietly while he checks Asher’s temperature again for perhaps the hundredth time that night, and suddenly she realizes something that hurts unexpectedly.Lucien is very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Perhaps even lon

Elara’s POV, The car ride is painfully quiet. Rain streaks across the windows while Lucien drives through the city with both hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. The silence between us feels swollen somehow, too full of things neither of us knows how to say aloud. I sit stiffly in the passenger seat, my tote bag pressed tightly against her stomach where the stolen file rests hidden beneath spare ammunition and painkillers. My leg throbs violently.Nikolai and Adrian had gone ahead separately after Lucien practically abandoned the mission for me. Neither of them complained openly, but I saw the looks they exchanged before leaving the tunnels.Lucien, meanwhile, has not stopped looking angry since carrying me into the car.He drives with one hand gripping the steering wheel too tightly while the other rests near the gearshift. His sleeves remain rolled up from earlier, revealing scratches across his forearms from the tunnels. Every bump in the road sends pain crawling up