Contract Marriage With The Wrong Billionaire 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

I should leave. Should call a taxi. Should get to the airport and catch the next flight out.This wasn’t my problem. He wasn’t my responsibility. I barely knew him.But my feet wouldn’t move toward my suitcase.They moved toward Suda’s stairs instead.“I need medicine,” I told Suda, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Fever medicine. Bandages. Whatever you have.”She looked at me suspiciously. “Your friend sick again?”“Yes. Please. I’ll pay whatever you want.”She disappeared, came back with a small collection of supplies. Pills, ointment, bandages. I paid twice what she asked, ran back upstairs.Kai was worse than when I’d left. Mumbling something I couldn’t understand, his skin pale except for the flush of fever on his cheeks.I gave him the pills, made sure he swallowed. Then I started cleaning the cuts on his face, his hands, the gash on his shoulder I found when I carefully peeled away his ruined shirt.He hissed when I applied the ointment. “What is that?”“Medicine. Hol

The flight home was endless.Sixteen hours of staring at the seat in front of me, replaying every conversation, every moment, every lie Kai Zhang had fed me while I’d been too stupid to see through them.I’d lost everything for him. My company. My father’s legacy. My dignity.And he’d been playing me the entire time.The rage kept me upright. Kept me functional. Because if I stopped being angry, I’d have to face the grief underneath, and I wasn’t ready for that yet.When the plane finally landed, I turned my phone back on. Immediately it exploded with notifications. Hundreds of them. Emails, texts, missed calls, news alerts.I ignored all of it. Called my driver instead.“Miss Chen.” Robert’s voice was carefully neutral. “Welcome home. Where would you like me to take you?”“My apartment.”“Not the office?”“No.” I couldn’t face that yet. Couldn’t walk into Chen Industries knowing it was no long

He’d known exactly who I was. Had probably known from the moment we met on that rooftop.And I’d been stupid enough to trust him. To care about him. To sacrifice everything for him.The elevator ride to my apartment felt like it took hours. I unlocked the door, stepped inside, closed it behind me.Leaned against it. Slid down to the floor.And finally, finally let myself cry.Not quiet tears. Full, body wracking sobs that tore out of my chest and echoed through the empty apartment.I cried for the company I’d lost. For my father’s disappointment. For Jennifer’s anger. For the three days I’d spent on that rooftop believing Kai was someone worth saving.For the way I’d felt when I touched his fever hot skin. When he’d looked at me like I mattered. When he’d whispered my name in the darkness.All lies.All of it.My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.I can explain. Please let me explain. - KI deleted it without responding. Blocked the number.Another text came through from a d

The coffee shop suddenly felt too small. The air too thin.“How much money?” I managed to ask.“Fifty thousand dollars.” She was crying now, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Then when I said no, he called back and offered seventy five thousand. Then a hundred thousand. Each time I refused, he got more insistent. More threatening.”“Threatening how?”“He knew things about me. Where I live. Where my mother lives. My nephew’s school.” Her voice broke. “He said if I didn’t cooperate, there would be consequences for my family. But if I took the money and kept quiet, everyone would be safe and I’d be rich.”My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against the table to hide it.“What did you do?”“I told him I’d think about it and hung up. But I couldn’t sleep all night. I kept thinking about you. Some woman I’ve never met who’s going to walk into a pharmacy and pick up pills that aren’t what she thinks they are. Who’s going to take them trusting they’ll help her when really…” She wiped her

. Instead, I drove home. My apartment felt too big, too empty, too quiet when I walked in. Like it belonged to someone else. Someone whose life made sense. I poured myself a glass of water, walked to the windows overlooking the city. My city. The one I’d fought so hard to conquer. Someone out there wanted me dead. Or sick. Or just desperate enough to control. The question was who. My phone rang. Not a text this time. An actual call. Jennifer. I stared at her name on the screen, my finger hovering over the answer button. She’d been my best friend for six years. My right hand at the company. The person I trusted more than anyone except my father. But could I trust her now? Don’t tell anyone. Especially not Kai Zhang. The mysterious text had said that. But it hadn’t said anything about Jennifer