All Chapters of Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucien’s POV, It’s been three days since Solis brought in a random lady and declared her Asher’s nanny. I hate to admit it, but Lucy was a perfect choice for Asher. Asher has never really had any problem with the elderly, but I know firsthand how difficult it is to impress Asher. For four days, Asher couldn’t look me in the eye. He ran in the opposite direction anytime he saw me. I remember I had to buy him a lot of gifts and promise him to take care of his mother before he could comfortably call me his father. Speaking of, Elara still hadn’t told her friends that I am Asher’s real father. Sometimes, I wonder what that woman is thinking. Speaking of the woman, when last did we have any decent conversation? I suddenly see how quiet the world is without her complaining, nagging, or annoying me. Yesternight, I looked up at the sky to look at the stars and realized… The stars don’t shine the same when someone isn’t there to notice them with you. God, she’s such a witch. Looking at sta

Elara’s POV,Lucien walks in to silence.Water drips from Celene’s sleeve onto the marble floor. Seraphina stands frozen, soaked, mascara carving black rivers down her cheeks. I’m still holding myself perfectly upright, and my pulse is steady like I didn’t just redraw the power map of this house.Lucien stops at the threshold. He takes it all in in one sweep, and his gaze lands on me first. Looking up like he knew I was there all along. He groans, and I smile. “Mi rey!” I call out, now already used to it. Mi Rey is almost mocking. An inside joke. He’s my king in name. He gives me a sweet smile, and I continue. “You didn’t tell me your mother was visiting.”I pass Celene, bumping into her shoulder, and go downstairs, never breaking eye contact with him.“A total slip on my part,” I say, as I go to hold his arm. It hit me that that has also become a habit for me. Holding his arm. “But I may have given her the wrong welcome gift.”I whisper, and he bends to do the same. “Cara, did you p

The next day, I get to work early so I could use the upgraded printer. I wanted everything to be perfect when I proved myself.I inhale sharply when I remember the night before. Lucien had just stared at me as I cried and rocked myself gently on the bed. After a while, he had placed a hand on my cheek and whispered, “That’s my girl.”To my embarrassment, I had wanted to lean fuurther into his palm but he left before I could act. Fine, I admit I also came early to work because I wanted to avoid him. I shake my head and focus on the papers I’m printing. I smile wickedly when I imangine the looks on Celene and Seraphina’s face when I arrest the professor for falsely accusing a student.Then my smile falls when I look past the room and see a black-haired lady pass. She was wearing a stained doctor’s coat and I snort to myself when I recognise her. Mireya Greye.Lucien’s personal doctor. Or, should I say, Mafia Doctor. Of course, it wasn’t in her profile but I suspected. I narrowed my e

Elara’s POV,I grin at the screen, watching everything collapse under my control. Control.I think "control" is my favorite word. Earlier this evening, I had finally posted the real results of my data on the school portal for all to see and even generated a fake recording of the professor accepting a bribe from someone to sabotage a student.All anonymously, of course. From what I see, he doesn’t want to confess who he was talking to. Perhaps Celene had threatened him with his family. Either way, I didn’t care.I am so giddy, I shake my legs in the air.Oh, the joy of deflating someone’s balloon.My room door is flung open and I glance to see…“Hello, husband.”His jaw clenches as he shuts the door quietly. I roll over on my bed facing the ceiling.“The last time you were in this room, I was naked…” I look at him with a smirk. “And you were not. Want to return the favor?"He stops in his tracks, then folds his hands across his chest. “I heard you contacted Viper to help you with you

Elara’s POV,The green dress hugs my chest so tight, I fear it’s a plan of Lucien to not let me breathe and die of suffocation during the gala. “Mummy, you’re so beautiful.”I turn with a wide smile on my face, and walk to meet Asher who was doing his homework on my bed. “I’m so beautiful?” I shuffle his hair, and gently place my forehead on his. “You’re so handsome. Such a shame you can’t come with us, you’d send all the ladies running to you.”He laughs, and turns back to his book, blushing. I take note of it and smirk, “What? You wouldn’t like that?”He shakes his head, still avoiding my eyes. “Grandma says I look like father when he was younger.” He shrugs, then looks up at me. “But I don’t have any talents like father.”“What?”He sits up. “Yesterday, my classmates were showing off their drawings and paintings. One boy even played the clarinet. But I didn’t do anything. One girl said maybe I don’t have any talent.”“Talent?” I scoff, arranging the bulky dress to sit beside him