The Don's Contract Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

[Rosie's POV]"That talk sure doesn't look friendly, it's like he's stressing you" Colton said letting out a soft sigh and I fussed."Where are we going? Is the house under siege too because of the guy who is sick in the head?""Chris! That's no way to talk about him, you saw what happened earlier, we were attacked and the mansion is not safe yet" I explained, trying not to raise my voice as every one of his questions leaves me hanging."Look mom, he's driving past us...now he's beside us!!!" Colton suddenly reported as he leaned to the window, smiling and knocking on the window.I thinned my lips, as I steadied my drive, letting out a soft pant."I want to be a biker mom, I want to ride through the highs and lows" he pressed on but Chris pouted his lips."Has he become our personal security? Because it looks like you hired him" he mutters locking eyes with me through the rear mirror but I didn't give him a reply.I could see Damien waving at me and Colton waving back even though Dami

[Rosie's POV]I hadn't come out, but being locked in my room after my arrival, I recalled that knock that came in.I should have taken it seriously but I guess I was too busy planning a way to see my kids.Lying on the bed and facing the ceiling, my hands hold up the letter that was left with that knock.I recall that I didn't find anyone at the door, but just a letter that was left for me by my door.Now, my life was dwindling into it, as it's the first thing I found on my bed after Damien dropped me here."I know your secret" it reads."You can hide him, but not for too long," it continues, and then, after much contemplation, I smack my mouth.I guess the person is confused because there are two "him" in the picture. My two boys and not just one?I tossed the letter aside, uninterested in what it meant as I just wanted to be with my boys.I haven't seen Damien either, I guess it's well, I don't know but he's mea

Rosie’s POV“Rosie, do you really have to leave?” My father asked as he stood at the corner of my room watching me pack my things. “We could find some other solutions here.”“Yes, my dear… please listen to your father. We can work harder and make a good living for the baby. You don’t have to run like this… what do you want us to do without you?”My heart shattered at her words. I stopped what I was doing and took her hands. “Mother, I can assure you that there is no other way. Father, there is simply no other solution…”“But you told us they don’t know about this. What is the worst that could happen?” My father insisted.“What if they both come knocking?” I asked, already visualizing the horrific scene. “Father, I would never wish for such embarrassment for you. No, please just let me go. Once I settle down, you may even come and stay with me… I am sure we will be fine.”My mother hugged me tight, not wanting to let me go. But eventually, my father understood. He slowly pried my mothe

[Harry's POV]"You...you shouldn't be irresponsible, you're not alone in the house""I was, but now, you're here," I said, tracing her gaze and leaning my face to hers so that I could feel her breath hovering over my face.I was burning, her body this close was fire, and sweat beads on her. She looks like she's trying to keep her hormones in check.She let out a smirk, and in that moment, when we got to stare with our emotions losing control and just wanting to kiss, and I almost did, bending my head slightly to reach those lips, but then she pulled away and scoffed.Maybe, I'm just hallucinating. She's just a free person who wouldn't fall.I gnashed my teeth as she wasn't looking at me again but had snatched the mop from me.My fists were folded as I cleared my throat. Even the charged atmosphere has dropped into something cold and cruel and I was the one feeling all nervous now."Why are you here?" I asked because we both felt jittery, or she did more, as it felt like it would drop

Amelia's POV.    Two days passed in a blur of routine. Breakfast with Don Mateo. Long stretches of time alone in the penthouse. Marcus shadowing my every move like a second skin.    I should have felt suffocated, but instead I felt something else that I couldn't name.    Then the message came.    I was sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine I wasn't reading, when my phone buzzed. The number was unknown, and for a second I considered ignoring it.    But I didn't.    I opened the message, and my breath caught.    "I have information about your kidnapping.