All Chapters of The Contract That Put Me in His Father's Bed: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

Scarlett's POV I tried to process the request for forgiveness. But something wasn't right. There was a voice inside me. A voice that wouldn't shut up. A voice that told me this was too good to be true. That no one did so much for another person without expecting something in return. I stepped back slowly. His arms released me reluctantly, as if he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. I looked at him. His gray eyes were fixed on me, full of hope and fear. I looked at Helena, who was still sitting at the table next to us, her eyes fixed on us, an expression of expectation on her face. I looked at my hands, which were still trembling on the table. "Emily?" My father's voice was worried. "What is it, daughter?" "Did you do all of this to buy my forgiveness?" The question came out cold, cutting, like a knife. "The company. The identity. The career. Everything you did in the last three years, the money you spent, the new life you built for me… was it to buy me?" His fac

Scarlett's POV The morning sun came through my bedroom window, but I didn't see it. I didn't feel the warmth. I felt nothing but the emptiness that had occupied my chest for three years. Because I can't stop thinking about that man. About my father. About Thomas Moore. About everything he said, everything he did. The memories I have of my childhood, the fragments my grandmother told me, the stories she invented to keep me away from him. It all fits. It all makes sense. The pain in my chest never goes away. It never will. But I need to heal. If I want my revenge to happen, if I want to destroy the Sterlings, if I want to find Nathalie, if I want to rebuild my life… I need to leave the past behind. Or at least learn to live with it. I got out of bed. Looked in the mirror. The woman I saw there was different from three years ago. Shorter hair, darker. Colder eyes, more calculating. A slimmer, firmer body. The surgery had changed my features, but it hadn't changed my essence. The

Scarlett's POV "That's not true, it can't be..." The air left my lungs. I felt the world collapse around me. "How long?" "One year, maybe two." Tears began to form in his eyes. "If treated, maybe more. But there's no cure, Emily. There isn't." "No." I squeezed his hand harder, as if I could hold him there, as if I could stop time from passing. "No, Father. You can't. You can't do this to me." "Daughter, don't be like this..." "I just found you!" The words came out in a scream. Tears streamed down my face without stopping. "I just found you, Father! You can't leave. Not after all this. Not after all these lost years. Not after finally having you!" "Daughter..." His voice was trembling. "I know. I know it's not fair. I know it's not the right time. But you needed to know. I couldn't keep hiding this from you." "No." I squeezed his hand, my fingers trembling. "We're going to fight. We're going to find a doctor, a treatment, whatever it takes. We're going to fight together. I

Scarlett's POVI clenched my hands under the table until I felt my bones crack. Sweat ran down my back, soaking the thin fabric of my clothes.The air left my lungs as if someone had punched me in the stomach. My palms became moist.My heart raced, beating so hard I could hear the blood pulsing in my temples.He froze too.His blue eyes fixed on me. They didn't look away. They didn't blink.He said nothing. Just looked. As if trying to see through me. As if he were recognizing something he couldn't explain.As if he were trying to unravel a mystery that had haunted him for years.I felt my entire body stiffen. The mask I had built so carefully began to crack.For a second, for a fraction of a second, I was Emily again. The fragile woman. The woman who had lost everything."Marcus?" Claire's voice cut through the silence. Her hand touched his arm, a possessive gesture he endured with visible effort. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"He didn't answer. He continued to look at me."Mr. Sterli