All Chapters of The Don's Contract Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Rosie's POVHe crossed his arms and gawked at me like I was a confused being searching for what might be in front of me.But for real, where did the door go? Oddly, it felt like I was moving in circles but kept meeting him at the same spot."Unfortunately! I'm not available," I responded on top of my lungs, but then found myself drowning in his eyes. It was sweeping me off my feet and driving me into a fantasy I didn't understand."Don't even think about it, princess," he said in a commanding tone that made my legs pause."You're not going anywhere."I ignored him as my heart thumped, and my gaze settled on a window, a narrow slit of freedom, and I'd make a dash for it.Without a second thought, I raced towards there, but it clicked on me that it was definitely the suicide I'd want to commit. If I jump, I'm surely going to die.I couldn't even look at the height, and then I heard his laughter, echoing behind."You're not going to fit through there, princess," he said, his words coated

Rosie's POVHas the sky always been blue?Has the sun always been this hot?What color is the cloud?These are questions I found myself asking as I squinted my eyes at the sun ray, holding a hockey stick, and sitting on the bleachers."Princess!" His voice eluded my mind, but I dare not look, I dare not...okay, my eyes have just betrayed me.They were peeking at him. Has he always been this hot? His dark hair was ruffled as he ran his fingers in it multiple times, and it made it look like coils.The wind added a little too much, blowing it apart, and he suddenly radiated in my eyes.The catwalk loved the way he glided with an athletic grace without skipping a beat.Stop. I'm telling myself to stop."But he's hot though."I didn't say that. My head did and if I'd just looked away, I wouldn't be bothered.I'm the only one sitting at the bleachers, he had brought me here to watch him practice on the brink.Staring again, our eyes locked, his marine-blue eyes darted constantly on my face.

Damien's POVI felt a knot tying my stomach as I worried over her, my heart ached as I sensed the anger that crackled in the air.Her fangs were out and she was barely standing properly in that position.However, I stayed calm, just spreading my arms at her, to fall into them as I wanted to be a safe harbor for her in the storm.She was crawling out and as though battling with herself, she suddenly lunged at me.Her hot breath washed over me like a foul wind and I gasped.I didn't want to fight back, but her sharp claws almost left a signature on my cheeks, and I swatted my face aside, flinging her gently aside.She didn't stumble, as my muscles coiled ready to spring again. Her eyes were fixed on me intently."Look, princess, I won't hurt you," I whispered low and then locked eyes with her.I raised my arms in a futile attempt to ward off the attack, but she lunged at me again, her jaws snapping mere inches from my face.I stumbled backward, as my heart raced and she circled me, grow

Damien's POV"Damien!" She cried and burst into tears, covering her mouth and shivering.I didn't even get the chance to complete my statement as she paced, cursing herself."What have I done!"She ran her fingers through her hair falling to my feet, confused and holding my legs."Please don't die!" She begged, rubbing her palms together like a prayer.I melted softly, just lost in her panicking state, and goosebumps grasped me."Won't you be happy?" I muttered, not taking my eyes off her, not minding my injured chest, which still sent pangs of pain to my head.It's just her. And when I saw those eyes peeping from outside, I wanted her inside with me, to taunt her a little.Or maybe that's not the reason. Maybe I just wanted her close and even when Dayla was here to fill up that space, I still thought of her."Just shut up, please," she yells like she'd pass out again, interrupting my thoughts.Her hands flew to my cheeks next as she shook her head. She was standing now."Is there a c

Rosie's POVI'm definitely not going to be the evil one, and I don't care about his love interest.Immediately I got to my room, I locked the door and, in a sober whimper, I jumped on the bed and began to punch the pillow my hand could reach."Just pick one!""You're so greedy!""Do you think women are accessories you keep?" I screeched, tearing the pillow into shreds, and hollered."I don't want to be your toy! Don't you know you'd die early with so many women?""Speaking of which, they'd be rivals, those who'd betray you! And some will cheat...well you do that!"I crashed into the bed, exhausted from hitting it all day, and then exhaled softly.What am I even doing? Everyone's fine with it.I placed my hands on my stomach, folded my lips, and then flicked my lashes at the plain ceiling.My boys.I want to see them, I want to know how they're faring and Damien won't be back early.I want to believe it. Rather than drowning in the thought of someone, I rose up and made my way to the b