Todos os capítulos de Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: MY SAINT LOUIS. Taking off his glasses, Lorenzo stood in front of his grandmother. Isabella had invited him over, claiming she wanted to talk. She demanded he sit but he didn't. "I have no problem if you want to keep the American," Isabella said, her voice cold and measured. "But you will keep him aside. An affair, if you must. Then you will marry properly. Produce an heir. Continue the family line." Lorenzo's expression didn't change. "There is no need for that. I have something that might interest you instead." He snapped his fingers. Anya stepped forward and handed him a tablet. Lorenzo placed it on the desk in front of Isabella, then began to speak…blunt and strategic, his intelligence cutting through the room like a blade. "The Volterra family has been involved in drug and weapons trafficking for decades. I have evidence. Bank records, shipment logs, names, dates. Everything." Isabella's composure cracked. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair. "H

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: PLAYING ROLES Louis asked one of the drivers for the keys to the car Lorenzo had driven them out in last night…the one from the star, the one where Lorenzo had sped like a madman with his eyes leaving the road to look at Louis, always looking at Louis. "Keep your eyes on the road!" Louis had yelled. "You are too pretty not to look at," Lorenzo had replied, swerving slightly. Louis had spent the entire ride with his heart in his throat…not just from the speed but from the flash drive that had slipped out of his hand and fallen somewhere in the car. When Lorenzo had called his name, his hand had frozen at the window. He hadn't thrown it. He had tucked it back and pretended to sleep. Now, inside the car, Louis searched under the seats and between the cushions with his heart racing. ‘Please let it still be here. Please let no one have found it.’ His fingers brushed against something. He pulled it out. The flash drive. He exhaled. "Excuse me, sir. What do you

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX: THE PROMISE By morning, with gentle sunlight streaming through the windows and birds chirping somewhere outside, Louis was reading through the script in an elegant room of the mansion when he heard footsteps. He knew who those belonged to. Lorenzo ran to him, his hands cupping Louis's face, turning it left and right, checking for damage. "Are you okay? I heard what happened. I took an emergency flight after hearing that." Louis pulled back slightly. "I'm fine. I'm okay." Lorenzo's gaze shifted to Damian, who stood in the corner where Louis had been sitting. "Are you so fucking incompetent? Stupid?” Damian flinched. "You are fired," Lorenzo said. "Get out." "Lorenzo…" Louis stepped forward. "No. He let you get hurt. He is incompetent." "It wasn't his fault." Louis's voice was firm. "There was traffic. We had to pass that route. He didn't know, baby. Calm down, my love." Lorenzo's jaw tightened. He stared at Damian for a long moment, then exhaled through

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: PLAY A CHARACTER The door opened and Sofia's heels clicked against the marble floor like a countdown, her red dress matching her killer lipstick. Damian sat in a chair already waiting, his glasses catching the low light. Sofia didn't bother with greetings. "I hope everything is going as planned," she said immediately. Damian nodded. "The swapped medications have started. He takes them every night." "Make sure there are no skips." "There will not be." Damian adjusted his glasses. "Louis cannot sleep without his pills. He is dependent on them now. Quite fragile." Sofia smiled…cold, satisfied. "The drugs are high class. Almost undetectable. Even in an autopsy." She poured herself a drink, swirling the liquid before taking a slow sip. "Anything else? I need something to create a misunderstanding between Louis and Lorenzo." Damian leaned back. "There is someone we could use. A director. He owns a film company and a school. Adrian Cross. He has taken a keen in

CHAPTER SIXTY: BREAKING POINT Still groggy and tired, Lorenzo made his way into the mansion. His head pounded like an heartbeat and his mouth was dry. He didn't remember much about what happened last night…just flashes, just blurred edges, just the sick feeling that he had fallen into Sofia's trap. He cursed under his breath. The anger of that, mixed with the possibility of Louis cheating, was sending him into hell, making his heart tighter than anything that had happened so far. He found Louis in the room, reading, curled up on the chaise like nothing was wrong, like the world wasn't burning. Louis looked up. "How are you doing? I was surprised you didn't come home last night." Lorenzo's jaw tightened. "It's nothing." Why does he care? he thought. If I did sleep with Sofia last night, isn't that justified? He was the one cheating with some director. Louis stood and stepped closer. "Are you alright?" His hand reached out…then stopped. His eyes fixed on Lorenzo's shirt. A lips