All Chapters of The cursed Alpha’s Contract Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Angel“Chris…”“Angel.”My name slipped from his lips almost at the same time, surprise clear in his eyes.For a second, we just stared at each other.Then everything closed in at once, and we moved.We hugged.Tightly.Like we were trying to confirm this was real.“You’re here…” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look at me again. “Angel, I miss you so much.”Tears gathered in my eyes befo:re I could stop them.Memories rushed in all at once, school days, laughter, long conversations about dreams that had felt too big at the time. Chris, who once sat beside me in class talking about becoming someone great, was now a famous actor known everywhere. And yet, standing right in front of me, real and smiling, I realized I had never imagined we would ever meet again. “I miss you too, Chris,” I said, my voice a little shaky.He smiled, but there was concern in his eyes now.“What are you doing here?” he asked.He held my hand gently, like he was making sure I was steady, and we star

AngelThe ride was smooth.I sat quietly in the back seat, my bag resting on my lap, my fingers gripping it tightly as my mind ran through everything I had prepared.Every slide.Every word.Every idea.“I cannot fail,” I whispered again under my breath.But my mind refused to stay still.It drifted.Back to yesterday.The hospital.Don Pedro.The fear in Papa’s eyes.A shiver ran through me.What if things had gone differently?What if Chris hadn’t shown up?My chest tightened.“It still doesn’t make sense…” I muttered.Someone had let Don Pedro in.Someone close.“Could it be Rosaline?” I whispered, then immediately shook my head.“No… it can’t be.”Rosaline could be many things. Difficult. Harsh. Self-centered at times.But this?Letting dangerous men into the hospital? Putting Papa at risk?“What would she gain?” I asked myself quietly. Nothing added up. And that scared me more.I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to focus.One problem at a time. The presentation.Drake.My chest tighte

Angel“Hey Angel, are you here with us?” Mat asked.“Yes… I am here with you,” I replied, his words pulling me out of my thoughts.“Let’s go for lunch. All bills on me, to celebrate Angel!” he added.The rest of them screamed in excitement, and I couldn’t help but smile as we all walked toward the café together.“But when will he decide which campaign we’re going with?” I asked as we walked.“We don’t know,” Mat said with a small shrug. “Mr. Crane… no one can predict him. So everyone is always ready.”Before I could respond, a sudden shift in the hallway drew our attention.Bianca.She walked in like she owned the building, her bodyguards trailing behind her, and of course, Grandmother followed closely beside her.Her presence alone changed the atmosphere.“I heard Bianca is the face of the new product that’s about to be launched,” Marie said quietly.“Some say it’s because she’s getting married to Mr. Drake,” another added. “So they believe the product will sell more.” she continue.

Angel“You are late, little mouse.” His voice was calm.“Late for what?” I asked, standing just inside the room, my fingers still curled slightly at my sides.He didn’t turn immediately.Didn’t rush.Didn’t react.“Your punishment.”The words settled in the air between us.Heavy.Unavoidable.My gaze stayed on him.On his back.On the way he lay so comfortably, like none of this mattered to him.Like I didn’t matter.“I would like to ask a question,” I said.He didn’t respond.Didn’t give permission.But he didn’t stop me either.So I continued.“Are you the one who ordered the Crane security agency to protect my father?”For a brief second, silence stretched. Then he turned his head slightly.Just enough to look at me.That same unreadable expression.Cold.Controlled.Untouchable.“Do you think I am that generous?” he asked.I held his gaze.“I think you don’t want me to know you can be kind,” I replied.The words left my mouth before I could stop them.And for a second, something f

DrakeI lay still on the bed, motionless. The faint scent of oil lingered in the room. Even after she had left, it remained, subtle and persistent. My gaze stayed fixed on nothing in particular, my mind quieter than it should have been. Or maybe too loud.The door creaked open softly.I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. I already knew who it was. The footsteps were familiar. Measured. Careful.Grey.He stepped into the room without announcing himself, his presence settling into the space.“The pawn thrashing and trying to buy time to distract the rebels…” Grey said, his voice calm but edged with quiet observation. “I knew it was never the bigger picture of marrying Angel.”A small smirk formed on my face. Not amusement. Not entirely. More like, acknowledgment.I lifted my head, just enough, turning it to the side so I could look at him. Not fully. Not completely. But enough to acknowledge his presence.“You’ve always been good at seeing what others miss,” I said, my voice low, even.Grey