Todos os capítulos de Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Elara’s POV, I shove Noemi away so hard she stumbles backward. Silence immediately falls around us, and everyone stops chattering. Nikolai, Adrian and Lucien look at us like we’re a min. My hands are shaking as I raise them to point at her. Then at Lucien, then back at her again.My brain feels like it's short-circuiting."Aishhh!" I drag both hands through my hair, holding them and refusing to believe what I’m seeing. Noemi looks guilty, Lucien looks exhausted, and somehow that makes me even angrier.I point at Noemi again. Then at the men behind Lucien, then at her."You!" My finger swings toward Noemi, and my eyes narrow. I can feel smoke coming out of my ears. "You! You!"Lucien closes his eyes briefly, like a man wondering why God hates him. Like a man thinking: Why today? Of all days did this have to happen?Well, fuck him. "He killed Camille!" My voice echoes through the entrance and nobody said a word. Of course, they wouldn’t be surprised he killed a soul. Adrian whistle

Elara’s POV, The ride back is painfully quiet. After the whole Noemi disaster, after the screaming and crying and hugging and more crying, my emotions feel like they've been tossed into a blender and set on fire.I stare out the window as the city lights blur past, and for the first time since Camille died, I don't know what to think.Lucien lied. Of course, he lied. Lucien lies the same way I, the woman with five names and ten secrets, breathe, but he hadn't lied about Noemi.He killed Camille. That part hasn't changed. For months, I believed he killed Camille to control me, but now? The explanation suddenly feels incomplete, like there's a page missing from the story.And if there's one thing I know about Lucien Kórvac, it's that he never does anything halfway. He’s the typical wolf in sheep’s clothing. If he does you a kindness, be certain to believe it wasn’t from the goodness of his heart, and he has a plan all for his selfishness. I laugh to myself. Months ago, I hated him for

Lucien’s POV, I’m underwater, is the first thing I noticed. No, not underwater, but I’m sure I’m drowning. I can’t breathe, and it’s dark all around. It’s an endless black ocean. Oh, how scared I am of the dark. The water is heavy, like years of grief and expectations. Suffocating like Levi’s crown and my father’s hand around my throat. I don’t fight. Even if I want to, I can’t fight because of how exhausted and tired I am. Hell, it’s so peaceful. I don’t want to go back up. I close my eyes, and the first thing I hear is Levi laughing. The sound echoes through the sunlight, as warm and golden as it is. I laugh too, chasing after him in the gardens. He turns, and it’s like looking in a mirror, where I’m bright, literally glowing, and happy. My identical twin, the first one out of the womb, the future of the Kórvac family, the son everyone wanted and loved, the son who should have been alive. “Lucien!” He calls out, holding a flat pebble. The stream behind him sparkles beneath th

Elara’s POV, “Nothing.” “I'm not talking to you, Lucien.”“Ouch.”“What is wrong with him?”She avoids my eyes, “Nothing.”“See?”“You say one more word, I’ll smack you into next week.”Lucien winces, “You can be such a bitch.”“Mireya,” I stand. “Tell me.” “Alright,” she mutters. “He has insomnia.” “Fuck you again, Mireya.”“Sorry. I don’t want her to smack me.” She explains everything that’s been going on. The sleepless nights, the headaches, the medication he rarely takes, the three-hour sleep he gets during the day, the way his body eventually forces him to stop. And suddenly everything clicks. He always had coffee in his hand, he's always awake when everyone else sleeps, and he always looks tired of interacting with people. I assumed it was just part of his personality. I think about his father. The father, everyone said, loved him. The same father he killed.The guilt must be eating him alive. Isn't that what insomnia is? Guilt? Regret? Haunting memories?Then the bedroom

Elara’s POV, Adrian almost swerves, and we miss a truck by an inch, “W–what?!”“Ha! I knew it! You like her!”“What the fuck are you saying?” He laughs nervously, then whispers. “Who have you told?”“Awwn,” I coo, with a teasing smile, and he groans. “I’ve noticed it ever since. You look at her like she’s a missing puzzle in your life. So tell me what you know, or I’ll tell her.”“God, you’re so evil.”“So I’ve been told.”“I really can’t say shit, Elara,” He makes a U-turn. “I’ll be betraying Lucien’s trust and the family’s if I do.”I nod, understanding. “But I can give you something,” he says quietly, and I look at him. “Lucien doesn’t know how to love. He was never taught how to, so bear with him.”I stay quiet, remembering the day Asher was sick. He said something like that. “Why?”“All his life, he believes he’s hurt the people he’s loved,” he shakes his head. “No, he has hurt everyone he loves. What do you think that does to a person?”I look out the window. We’ve passed the