All Chapters of Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

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POISON AND RESENTMENT.

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: POISON AND RESENTMENT. Louis's eyes opened to a ceiling he didn't recognize. The light was wrong. The shadows were wrong. Even the air smelled different…clean, but not the clean of the mansion. Not the clean of anywhere he had ever woken up before. He lay still for a moment, his heart pounding, his mind scrambling to remember. The drive…nausea. Adrian's voice on the phone. Chloe in the backseat. Then nothing. Adrian walked in carrying a glass of water, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. "You've been sleeping for two days," he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. "How do you feel? Are you even well?" Louis pushed himself up slowly, his body heavy, his head throbbing. "I'm fine. Where's Chloe?" Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that Louis could smell his cologne…something expensive, something subtle. "She's in the other room. She's been checking on you constantly since yesterday. She was worried. We both were." Louis swung his leg

SEARCH AND RESCUE.

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: SEARCH AND RESCUE. Lorenzo sat in his study, staring at nothing. His head pounded. His eyes were dry like the ground on a hot summer day. His chest felt hollow and tight, like something had been carved out of him and never put back.It had been days since he had seen Louis. Days since he had heard his voice. Days since he watched him drive through the gates and disappear because of his own stupid mistake.Is this what dying feels like? he wondered.He didn't care about work. Anya would handle it. She always did when he was like this.He pulled open a drawer to reach for a bottle…anything to make the noise in his head stop…when he heard a commotion in the hallway."Get your hands off me! I have to see Lorenzo! I swear you will get fired!"He knew that voice.The door burst open.Sofia stood there in a tight red dress and sharp heels, her eyes blazing, her chest heaving. She looked like she had fought her way through every guard in the house.She spotted Lorenzo

THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS Lorenzo stepped out of the car, his jaw tight, his eyes hollow, running on less than two hours of sleep. His body was moving, but he wasn't really there. He hadn't been there for weeks. He had been forced to get back to work. Meetings. Handshakes. Decisions he didn't care about. His mind was elsewhere. It had been elsewhere since the day Louis drove through those gates. He thought about the bottle waiting for him at home. The one he would drown himself in when this was over. "You've gone through the proposal…" Anya said, walking beside him. Lorenzo didn't answer. He didn't hear her. They walked into the building…Lorenzo, his bodyguards, Anya trailing behind. The lobby was cold, marble floors, voices echoing off the walls. Then he stopped. Adrian was standing there, leaning against a pillar, smiling like he had been waiting all day. "Lorenzo," Adrian said, stepping forward. "I didn't know you were invited to this." Lorenzo'

LEECH

CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: LEECH Morning came too fast. Louis sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. They were clean now because he had scrubbed them raw, but he could still feel the blood. Still see Lorenzo's throat opening up, the red gushing, the way his eyes stayed fixed on Louis as he fell. "You did this." He shook the memory away. The doorbell rang. Adrian stood on the doorstep, his face pulled into a mask of concern. "Are you alright? I came as soon as I heard. Where is Chloe?" Louis stepped back to let him in. "I'm fine. Chloe is upstairs." Adrian followed him into the living room, his eyes scanning the space like he was looking for something…or someone. "What happened?" Louis sat down heavily on the couch, his head dropping into his hands. "Lorenzo went over the top. He slit his throat. Right in front of me. He just…he just did it." He pressed his palms against his eyes. "I'm afraid he might try killing himself." Adrian sat beside him, close enough that thei

PAINFUL GOODBYE

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE: PAINFUL GOODBYE. The bed rustled. Louis could constantly hear the notification sound from his phone…ping, ping, ping…like his device was having a seizure. He was still so sleepy, his body heavy, his mind floating somewhere between dreams and consciousness. He felt someone getting out of bed. Adrian. Louis stretched his arm out, fumbling for his phone but Adrian took it first. "I'll handle it," Adrian said softly, picking up Louis's head and placing it back on the pillow. "Rest." Adrian checked the notifications. His lips curved into a small smile. "That was fast." He put Louis's phone on silent and set it aside. Louis mumbled, "What was fast?" "Nothing." Adrian slid back into bed and spooned him from behind, his arm draped over Louis's waist. "Go back to sleep, baby." ********* Hours later, Louis woke up alone. The sheets beside him were cold. The room was quiet. He reached for his phone. It wasn't on the nightstand. He checked the floo

HIS WEAKNESS.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX: HIS WEAKNESS. Cameras clicked in rapid succession, then fell silent. The room was packed…reporters, journalists, cameras broadcasting live to every corner of the country. Lorenzo stood at the podium, his throat still bandaged beneath his collar, his face pale, his eyes hollow but steady. He took a breath. "The video is real," he said. "I did that. I…I had…pushed my husband down those stairs." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Cameras clicked faster. "Our marriage was not perfect. It was not healthy. I was not healthy." His voice was raw, scraped. "I deeply apologize to Louis. For the pain I caused him. For the fear I put in his heart. For every moment he felt unsafe in his own home." A reporter shouted, "What about the cheating scandal? Are you expecting a child with Sofia Ricci?" Lorenzo's jaw tightened. "There was no cheating. The pregnancy claims are false." Anya stepped forward, tapping her iPad to display documents. Medical records. Legal affidavi

A MARRIAGE FOR A LIFE.

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN: A MARRIAGE FOR A LIFE. Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of psychological distress, self-harm, and the effects of forced sedation. Reader discretion is advised. ********* Drowsiness pulled at Louis like a heavy blanket, his skull throbbing with an intensity that made him want to claw at his own temples. He blinked against the blur, his vision slowly focusing on a room he didn't recognize…ancient decorations, a giant bed, bookshelves lined with old leather spines. No windows…just walls and shadows and the suffocating weight of somewhere he didn't belong. The memory came back in fragments. The helicopter. The men….needle in his neck. The punch that had sent him into darkness. He tried to move and heard the clink of metal. His wrists were cuffed to the bed frame. "The billionaire husband is awake." Louis turned his head slowly. A man stood by the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes cold and amused like he was watching a sho

ON THIN LINES.

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: ON THIN LINES. "In case you're bored, I brought you a book to read." Rolox's voice was casual, almost kind, as he placed a worn leather-bound volume on Louis's lap. Louis stared at it for a long moment, his mind slow to process. The past few days…or weeks, he couldn't tell anymore…had blurred into an endless haze of drugs, darkness, and the gnawing terror of losing himself. The bandages around his wrists were a constant reminder. Proof that he was losing his mind. He picked up the book. His fingers trembled as he opened the first few pages. The words swam before his eyes….letters twisting, sentences breaking apart, meaning slipping through his grasp like water through his fingers. He blinked hard, trying to focus, but the words refused to stay still. They danced and blurred, mocking him. ‘I can't read. I can't even read anymore.’ Rolox leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Can't you read them?" Louis shook his head slowly, shame burning in his chest.

BRINGING HIM HOME

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE: BRINGING HIM HOME Lorenzo's fist connected with Adrian's jaw before the door fully closed behind him. Adrian stumbled back, his hand flying to his face, blood already welling at the corner of his mouth. "What the…" "You know what, you fucking bastard." Lorenzo's voice was low, dangerous. He stepped forward, his eyes burning. "You leaked it. The kidnapping to the media. You knew what would happen. Did you know they would kill him if the media found out? You disgusting piece of…" Adrian laughed…a wet, broken sound. "I didn't leak anything. I don't know what you're talking about…" Lorenzo grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. The impact rattled the frames hanging above them. "You think I don't know? You think I don't have people watching you? I knew I had to watch out for you, you bastard. I've known since the moment that story hit the presses." Adrian's smirk faltered. "Okay, I did it and I knew it could make things go wrong. But Loui

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