All Chapters of Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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WEAKNESS.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE: WEAKNESS In the doctor's office, Lorenzo stood with his arms crossed, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the wall like he was trying to burn a hole through it. The doctor spoke in careful, measured tones…words about the bullet, the surgery, the recovery. Louis would be fine. Stabilized and needed rest. Lorenzo heard none of it. He heard bullet and shoulder and fragile and nothing else registered. When he walked out, Anya was waiting in the hallway with her face pale and her hands clasped in front of her. "How is he?" "A bullet to the shoulder. They took it out." Lorenzo's voice was flat. "He will survive." Anya exhaled. "Thank goodness. This is bad. Something like this can't happen again." Lorenzo didn't move. "That is not the point." Anya blinked at him. "Louis is fragile." Lorenzo's voice cracked, just slightly. "He was already on edge. He could not sleep without pills. And now this…again." He stopped and ran a hand through his hair. "This will break him

MY SAINT LOUIS

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

MAKE YOU A STAR

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: MAKE YOU A STAR. Louis sat in front of his laptop, his fingers resting on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on Chloe's face on the screen. He had made a special request to speak to her through the principal, pulling strings he didn't even know he had. Chloe's voice was bright, excited. "I can't wait to come over this weekend. Especially for your birthday. It's been so long since we celebrated your birthday with you not being in a hospital bed." Louis smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I miss you, brother Lou." "I don't think you do," he teased. "I do. I do. I swear." Chloe pressed her hand to her chest like she was taking an oath. Louis laughed. It felt good. Almost normal. The call ended and the screen went dark. Louis sat in the silence, his mind drifting back. This time last year, he was drowning in debt with a sick sister, Uncle Vinnie's boys breathing down his neck, eviction notices, an empty fridge, no way out. He looked around the room…the sil

PLAYING ROLES

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

HIS ASSISTANT.

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE: HIS ASSISTANT The new assistant…Damian…walked in, clutching a tablet to his chest like a shield. He was young, maybe early thirties, with wire-rimmed glasses and a nervous smile that flickered on and off like a faulty light bulb. "Signor Volterra," he said, his voice slightly too high. "I have your shooting schedule for today. There is also a new drama script reading at…" Louis smiled kindly. "Happy to see you today, Damian. Just Louis is fine." "Louis," Damian repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. Lorenzo appeared behind Louis like a shadow given form. His hand settled on Louis's waist…possessive, firm. "You are smiling too much. He is your worker. You should maintain that professionalism." Louis rolled his eyes. "I'm being polite." Lorenzo ignored him. His gaze fixed on Damian, cold and assessing. "Let me make things clear. You will not touch him. You will not stand too close. You will not make him laugh unnecessarily." Lorenzo stepped cl

THE PROMISE

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

THE TRUTH BETWEEN THEM

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN: THE TRUTH BETWEEN THEM Louis walked toward the swimming pool, his footsteps echoing off the marble. Lorenzo was inside, cutting through the water like he owned it…because in this house, he owned everything. Lorenzo stepped out, water streaming down his chest, his hair darkened and slicked back. He saw Louis's face and smirked. "You will get wrinkles from frowning like that. What is wrong? You look angry, mio gattino." Louis crossed his arms. "I just wanted to ask you something and I hope you don't lie like you always do." Lorenzo tilted his head, making a pouting face, water dripping from his chin. "I apologize for not being home a lot lately. Business travels. You must miss me." "It's not that." Louis's voice was tight. "Did you buy the acting role? The one I'm working on now?" Lorenzo chuckled. "That is what has you angry? You look so cute." "I'm serious, Lorenzo." Lorenzo's smile faded. He reached for a towel and wiped his hands slowly, deliberately.

PLAY A CHARACTER

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

THE TRAP

CHAPTER FIFTY NINE: THE TRAP "You don't get to treat me like that!" The set was buzzing with activity…lights shifting, cameras adjusting, crew members whispering into headsets. Louis stood in front of the green screen delivering his lines, his voice steady, his movements precise. He was getting better. He could feel it. Adrian watched from the shadows, his eyes never leaving Louis's face. Not for a second. Damian appeared beside him, adjusting his glasses, his voice soft and shy. "Signor Louis is improving so much. His acting is becoming... believable." Adrian didn't look away from Louis. "He is talented." "Very talented." Damian paused. "You seem to be a fan of my boss." Adrian's lips curved. "I want to be more. But he is closed off." Damian leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "That is because of how jealous his husband can be. It is... scary." Adrian's eyes flickered toward him. "Louis actually talks about you," Damian continued, rambling now. "He said he would have

BREAKING POINT

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

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