Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Elara’s POV, The building is far grander than I expected.Not in the gilded, overcompensating way rich people usually decorate things, but elegant, clean, and quiet. The walls are lined with student artwork instead of portraits of donors. A string quartet plays softly from somewhere deeper inside the hall, drowned every few seconds by children's laughter.I glance over my shoulder, expecting another wave of flashing cameras.Nothing.Relief slips from my lungs.“I thought they’d follow us in here.”Lucien slides his hands into his pockets.“They’re not allowed.”“...Seriously?”“This is the Perrizeo Academy.” His tone borders on amused. “Aurora doesn’t care much about rules. Roxanne, on the other hand…” He lets out a quiet laugh. “She enjoys reminding people whose building they’re standing in.”“So, even paparazzi?”“They’re removed before they reach the doors.”I blink, then smile a bit. “I suddenly love this school.”“Could it be…” He tilts his head. “...you're afraid of crowds?”I

Elara’s POV, My attention barely has time to settle before Roxanne and Aurora stop in front of our table. Lucien rises immediately.“Aurora,” he says flatly, like they’re his agemates. “Roxanne.”“Lucien.” Aurora's voice is quiet, raspy, and almost sleepy as she gives him a single nod.Roxanne grins.“Lucien Kórvac.” She slowly looks him up and down. “I didn’t believe it when I heard your son enrolled in my school.”She pauses dramatically.“I mean…” Her eyes drift toward me. “...a son.”The smile on her lips softens into curiosity. For the first time since entering, she actually looks at me. Every conversation around us dies, and I slowly stand, because I don’t have a death wish.The room is watching and waiting, as though the Perrizeos’ approval carries more weight than any ceremony ever could.Roxanne steps closer, and her smile isn’t cruel. It’s entertained. One perfectly manicured finger hooks beneath my chin, tilting my face slightly toward hers, and I fight every instinct tell

Elara’s POV, “My grandmothers helped me write this,” he says proudly, holding up the paper he has just unfolded. “Because I can’t read my own handwriting yet.”A ripple of laughter spreads through the auditorium.“But I’m trying, Ms. Sanaa.”He nods earnestly at his homeroom teacher before clearing his throat with exaggerated importance.“My mother is my first hero... and my first love.” His tiny fingers tighten around the paper. “I believe in love at first sight because I loved my mummy since I opened my eyes.”The room softens all at once.“My mummy sleeps a lot, and she’s very grumpy if we wake her up. Babica used a word Mummy says is bad in this context, though.”He shrugs helplessly. Another wave of laughter breaks out, and I make a mental note to have a very long conversation with Celene the next time she decides to babysit without supervision.“Her favourite food is cake, although I think she only eats it because of me. She says bad words…” He pauses thoughtfully. “...then tel

Lucien’s POV, Then I see him.He spots us almost immediately and takes off running, weaving through the circle of bodyguards. They part for him without hesitation, smiling as he darts between them, and for a moment, everything slows until the world feels suspended around the sound of his laughter.He looks so much like me.God, it’s terrifying.The same eyes.The same smile.The same stubborn lift of his chin whenever he's about to say something important.For years, that resemblance has haunted me. Every time someone told me he looked like his father, I smiled politely while something inside me twisted.I prayed they were wrong.Because if he became me, then I’d failed him before he’d even had the chance to grow up.I never had a father.I had a monster who taught me fear before language, violence before affection, obedience before choice. Every lesson came wrapped in pain until I stopped believing there could be another way to raise a child.Some nights, I still wonder whether boys

Elara’s POV, I trail behind him without making any effort to hide it.He knows. Lucien has always known when I’m there, even back when we couldn’t stand each other. There is something infuriating about that, about how effortlessly he recognizes the sound of my footsteps without ever looking over his shoulder.Still, I keep following him.Maybe because he left without saying goodbye.Maybe because watching his back disappear into the house bothers me more than I’d like to admit.Or maybe I just like watching him walk.The hallway grows quieter the farther we walk. Behind us, I can still hear Noemi yelling something at one of the guards about kidnapping paperwork while Asher laughs somewhere upstairs. Their voices fade until all that’s left are our footsteps echoing against polished marble.He doesn’t speed up, and doesn’t slow down. He simply keeps walking as though he’s waiting for me to decide whether I’ll stop.I don’t.Then, just as we reach the inner corridor where the morning su