All Chapters of The cursed Alpha’s Contract Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AngelAs I rushed out of the mansion, I saw Drake stepping into his car.My heart jumped.“Wait!” I called, hurrying toward him.He paused just as Grey opened the car door for him.“Can you drop me off at the office, too?” I asked quickly.Drake looked at me for a moment, then a slow smirk spread across his face.“If I get to the office before you,” he said calmly, “you won’t get a second chance, little mouse.”I frowned.“But you have an entourage,” I said, pointing toward the other cars behind him. “Why don’t you want to help me?”Drake leaned slightly against the car door.“You are an intern seeking a job,” he replied. “If you come late, you lose the opportunity.”I crossed my arms.“But this is not Stellar Media from what you sent,” she argued. “I am not even familiar with the road.”Drake’s smirk deepened.“Find your way, little mouse.”Before I could say another word, he stepped into the car. The door shut. The engine started. And within seconds, the car drove out of the gate. I

AngelThree hours.Three full hours of reading, writing, correcting, and summarizing.My fingers felt stiff from holding the pen, and my eyes burned from staring at the reports for so long.But I finally finished.I exhaled slowly and stacked the files neatly together.A small smile tugged at my lips.“I did it,” I whispered to myself.Sixteen reports.Sixteen summaries.Every single one completed.For a moment, pride warmed my chest. I had worked as carefully as I could, checking my sentences and reading through them again before moving to the next file.Maybe Drake Crane would finally stop treating me like I didn’t belong here.I gathered the files and walked toward his office.The hallway felt quieter now. Most employees were already heading out for lunch, chatting softly as they walked past.Some of them glanced at me.Others whispered.I ignored them and knocked lightly on Drake’s door.“Come in.”His voice sounded distant.I pushed the door open.Drake was sitting behind his des

AngelEverything was happening too fast.Bianca lay draped over Drake’s arm, her body limp, her head hanging at an unnatural angle. For a second, I thought he would lift her, hold her the way he had held me, firm and unyielding.But he didn’t, he stood there. Still. Unmoving. Emotionless. It was unsettling.She could have slipped from his grasp at any moment, yet he made no effort to adjust his hold, no sign of urgency in the way he carried her weight. It was as though she was nothing more than an object, something to be handled, not someone to be saved.My chest tightened. This wasn’t the man who had just pulled me from danger minutes ago. This was something else entirely. Something colder. Then, without a word, he signaled one of the guards.Just a slight movement of his fingers. That was all. The guard rushed forward immediately, carefully taking Bianca from him.Drake let go. Just like that. No hesitation. No lingering glance. Nothing. I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting at the

DrakeI knew I should not have let her enter the car with me.From the moment I saw Bianca walking toward us that morning, I already knew she was up to something.She is always up to something.And yet.I still let it happen.Not because I wanted to.But because I needed answers.The Rebels had attacked.She was there.She was bleeding.And yet she said nothing.Not a word about what happened.Instead.She smiled.She flirted.She acted like nothing had happened.That alone was enough to put me on edge.But what I did not expect—Was the press.The moment we stepped out of the car, they came from nowhere.Cameras.Voices.Questions.Too many questions.Too fast.Too planned.My jaw tightened immediately.She set this up.Of course she did.I turned slightly, ready to walk away from the chaos.But then.Her hand slipped into my arm.Tight.Possessive.“Bianca,” I muttered under my breath.She only smiled.That same perfect smile.The kind that fools everyone.“Mr. Crane! When is the we

Angel“Why?” I asked.He just stared at me.Emotionless.Like I was nothing.My question did not even deserve an answer.“You should have asked me before you signed the contract,” he said calmly. “Maybe if you were not so desperate, you would have remembered to ask that question.”“I was not desperate,” I barked back, my voice shaking slightly. “I had no choice.”“And what makes you think you have a choice now?” he replied immediately. “Or a right to answers?”His words hit hard. Too hard. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I just stood there, staring at him.Anger burned in my chest, tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.Do I even have a choice?If I walk away, won’t he try to frame me for attempted murder?Papa still needs care.I can’t just leave.I can’t.Before I could say anything else, his phone rang.He picked it up without looking at me.“Yes,” he said.The door opened almost immediately.Maria walked in.“They will be ready for the present