All Chapters of Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ Amara ~I locked the studio door and leaned against it. My heart still raced from the black sedan. I took a deep breath and walked to the small table. The paints sat there untouched. I picked up a brush but put it down. I could not paint right now.My phone stayed off on the bed. I did not want to turn it on yet. Gideon had called too many times. Twenty-nine last night. I did not need more today.A knock sounded at the door. Sharp and quick. I froze. No one knew I lived here. Not even Noah had the address yet."Who is it?" I asked. My voice came out steady but low."Open the door, Amara. We need to talk."Selene. I knew her voice too well. I did not move. My hands stayed at my sides."I know you're in there," she said. "I saw you at the coffee shop with that junior girl from the tower. Elara, right? Cute little helper."I walked to the door but kept it locked. "What do you want, Selene?""To remind you of the rules," she said. Her tone stayed sweet on the surface. "You can run, but

~ Amara ~I sat in the lawyer’s office with my hands folded on the table. The room smelled like old coffee and paper. A clock ticked on the wall. It was loud in the quiet space. My back stayed straight in the hard chair. I wore the same simple gray sweater from the coffee shop. No fancy dress today.The lawyer, Ms. Patel, flipped through the papers I brought. She was in her forties, with short black hair and glasses that sat low on her nose. She looked at me over the frames.“You found a solid loophole here, Amara,” she said. “The clause on page nine talks about ‘future valuations’ and ‘transfer of management.’ Gideon Moore used it to fold Kline Logistics into his subsidiary. But the original debt forgiveness was tied to the marriage, not a full takeover. You can argue predatory acquisition.”I nodded once. My fingers pressed together tighter. “I want the company back. The real one. Not their version.”Ms. Patel leaned back. “This is aggressive. You’re not asking for divorce yet. Just

~ Gideon ~The heavy oak door of my office clicked shut, cutting off the low hum of the executives whispering in the hallway. The silence should have felt like control. Instead, it felt like a vacuum. Amara stood in the center of the room, I had ran after her when she tried to leave. I wanted speak to her, to reason with her. Alone. Her silhouette sharp against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Helix Tower. She wasn't wearing the soft yellows or muted creams my mother usually picked for her. She wore a tailored charcoal suit that made her look like the steel and glass city behind her."You cleared the room," she said. Her voice was steady, lacking the breathy tremor I had grown used to over the last year."They didn't need to hear the rest," I replied. I walked toward my desk, trying to reclaim the rhythm of my own space. I sat down and gestured to the leather chair opposite me. "Sit down, Amara. Let’s be reasonable about this."She didn't sit. She didn't even move closer. She stayed in

~ Gideon ~ The drive to my mother’s estate felt longer than usual. The rain lashed against the windshield of the Maybach, blurring the world into shades of gray. Beside me on the leather seat lay the folder Amara had left behind—the one detailing the "modernization" of Kline Logistics. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I had spent my life believing in strategy. I believed that every move was a calculated step toward stability. But as I pulled into the circular driveway of my mother’s limestone mansion, I felt like a man who had just realized he was standing on a trapdoor. Maribel’s words with Amara from an hour ago echoed in my head. “It was Helena. Gideon's mother. She set the fire. She made sure the banks called in the debts. She wanted that territory, and she used his so to seal the lid on the coffin.” I overheard their conversations. I heard everything, I still couldn't believe my mother can do such a thing. I stepped out of the car, ign

~ Amara ~The transition of power didn’t happen with a handshake or a smile. It happened in the back of a black car, parked outside a government building, where the only sound was the scratching of a high-end fountain pen. Gideon didn’t fight me. When I presented the final documents—the ones proving his mother, Helena, had engineered our bankruptcy to force the merger—his defiance simply evaporated. He signed the papers returning Kline Logistics and the Linden Row warehouse to my family’s name without looking at the screen.He didn't try to negotiate. He didn't offer another check. For the first time, he realized that the "quiet wife" he had kept in the guest wing like a secret was the only person who actually understood the rot at the center of his empire. I walked out of that car with the deed in my hand and didn't look back.I spent the next forty-eight hours purging the Moore influence from my life. I sent the emerald silk dresses and the expensive jewelry back to Moore Crest in p