All Chapters of The Contract That Put Me in His Father's Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Arthur's POV"Let go of my wife, Arthur." His voice came out trembling. Full of barely contained rage. His hands were shaking, his fists clenched, his knuckles growing whiter by the second.I didn't let go.I squeezed harder. I felt Vivienne's thin bones under my fingers. Cold skin. Racing pulse. She groaned, a low sound that escaped through her clenched teeth.Her blue eyes widened. Her face pale. Her mask had completely fallen."Your wife?" I looked at Peterson. My dark eyes met his. "She's my wife in the eyes of everyone, Peterson. Unfortunately. And she always will be until the day I say otherwise. No matter what you two did. No matter how many times you touched her. She still has my name.""You've completely lost your mind..." Vivienne tried to say. Her voice failed in the middle. Her breathing became short, ragged."Shut your damn mouth, you whore!" I didn't look at her. I kept looking at Peterson. His eyes were fixed on my hand, on the way my fingers wrapped around her wrist.I

Emily's POVThe question still hung in the air, you could hear the veins in his head pulsing, and my heart beating erratically."What do you mean!?"Before I could answer, the phone vibrated.The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Marcus looked at the screen. The name appeared in clear letters, glowing against the palm of his hand.Sebastian Cross.My heart stopped. Then it raced. I felt the blood rush to my face, my cheeks hot, my hands cold.Marcus answered. He put it on speakerphone. The gesture was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted me to see every movement."Emily? You finally answered!" Sebastian's voice came out of the speaker, full of relief. "I was so worried. You disappeared, no one knew where you were. What happened? When can you come back to the studio and when can we see each other?"Marcus looked at me. His eyes were icy. His jaw locked. His fingers squeezed the phone even harder.The air vanished."Emily?" Sebastian called again. His voice was more anxious now.

Marcus's POV"What do you mean, how?" Her voice rose. "Do you think I'm lying? Marcus, I'm pregnant! I took the test, it came back positive! I went to the doctor, he confirmed it!""Jesus Christ, Claire." I ran my hand over my face. "Cut the stupid games. It's not funny.""Marcus, it's not a joke!" She was desperate now, almost crying. "It's not a joke! I would never lie about something like this!""Claire, I know you well...""Marcus, please, believe me!" Her voice choked. "I'm not making it up, I swear! It's yours! It's your child!"I closed my eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. "Look, Claire, now is not the time for this. I have something to take care of. We'll talk later.""Marcus, don't hang up! Marcus!"I hung up."Another idiot," I muttered, putting the phone away. "She comes up with the craziest things. She really outdid herself this time. I'm not falling for it."The receptionist was staring at me, her face confused, her professional smile completely gone.She blinked sev

Emily's POVMy chest tightened when I saw the scene in front of me.Sebastian was on the floor, his hand on his bruised face. He was trying to get up, but he seemed dizzy, disoriented.Chloe was beside him, her eyes wide.And then I saw Marcus. He was standing, a few steps away from them.A gun in his hand. His arm outstretched, the barrel pointed straight at Sebastian. His face was red with rage, his breathing heavy, his eyes fixed on his target.I felt my heart stop for a second. I couldn't breathe properly."He's not Jason!" I screamed.My voice came out louder than I expected. Cutting through the sound of Marcus's heavy breathing and Chloe's sobs.Marcus didn't lower the gun. He turned his head slowly to look at me. His eyes were wild. I had never seen him like that."Emily, what are you saying?" His voice came out hoarse, confused, as if I had spoken another language."Put that gun down, Marcus!" I screamed again. I stepped forward. My legs were trembling, but I didn't stop. "Put

Emily's POVI couldn't explain it. It was a feeling at the back of my neck, a chill down my spine. As if there were eyes on me, fixed, following every movement.I turned my head, looked around, but only saw unfamiliar faces, people talking, laughing, ignoring my presence.And still, the gaze was there.I took a deep breath. Tried to ignore it. I walked through the hall, greeting some people I recognized from the agency. I gave polite smiles. Answered questions about the pregnancy, about how I was doing, about work."Everything's fine," I said. "I'm fine, yes. Thank you for asking."But everything wasn't fine. And everyone knew it.That's when I saw him.Sebastian was in the middle of the hall, surrounded by some important people. He wore a dark blue suit, well-tailored, that accentuated his broad shoulders.His hair was combed back. His eyes shone under the hall's lights.He saw me before I could look away. His face lit up with a smile. He excused himself from the group, said goodbye