All Chapters of the contract wife who came back with his heirs : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EVELYN'S POV "Emergency alert!""Too much blood is being lost!"The paramedics' urgent voices reverberated through the torrential downpour as they hurried alongside me.Rhysander lay on the stretcher, his shirt heavily stained with blood, despite the thick bandages that encircled his chest. One paramedic pressed down firmly on the wound while another adjusted an oxygen mask over his face.I was determined to hold onto his hand."We require some space to operate, ma'am," one paramedic spoke softly.I adamantly shook my head."I won't leave him.""We don't have enough room in here.""I'm not leaving him."He cast a brief look in my direction before giving a slight nod."Then stay by the door, but please do not interfere."Without saying anything further, I climbed into the ambulance.The doors slammed shut behind me.A moment later, the siren broke through the night air.The ambulance surged ahead, racing through the rain-drenched streets towards St. Matthew Medical Center.Inside, a w

VICTOR'S POVMy complexion drained of all color."It can't be..."The realization of my utterance hit me only after the words slipped out.Evelyn spun around to face me."Dad?"After seven long years, hearing that name again felt strange.She approached, the fatigue on her face shifting to concern."Who is it?"My gaze remained fixated on the television.The reporter spoke on, as forensic teams continued to traverse the vacant Vance Shipping building behind her.The camera momentarily highlighted a stretcher draped in a white sheet.Only the victim's footwear was visible.A pair of worn leather shoes.Scuffed at the toes.Just like the ones he always wore.I felt my legs grow weak.Marcus steadied me by grabbing my arm."Mr. Vance."I gulped."I think...""No."I negated with a shake of my head."I hope I'm mistaken."Evelyn closed the distance."Dad."Her tone was both firm and soft."Tell me."I met her eyes.Then glanced toward Rhysander's ICU room.Then back to the screen."There

RHYSANDER'S POVFor a few moments, my gaze was fixed on Evelyn.Half a year.That duration still seemed impossible to grasp.Six months had elapsed while I found myself trapped in a limbo between awareness and shadow.I examined her closely.She appeared changed.Not significantly.Yet enough to catch my attention.There were subtle dark circles under her eyes.Her hair seemed a bit longer.And there was an emotion on her face that wasn't present before.Fatigue.She had been waiting.She truly had waited."You remained," I murmured.Her grip on my hand tightened."I promised I would.""You ought not to have."A tearful smile spread across her face."You’ve never excelled at advising me on what I should do."A weak laugh slipped from my lips.The instant it occurred, pain shot through me.I flinched.Her concern grew."Try not to laugh.""I wasn’t aiming to.""You nearly passed away.""I am aware."Her eyes narrowed slightly."Rhysander."I managed a faint smile."My apologies."She s

EVELYN'S POV The envelope lay on the floor between us.For a few long moments, there was no movement.The broken window let in the chilly air of the night, bringing with it the faint sound of tires fading away on the road.Alexander was gone.The sniper had vanished as well.Yet the envelope remained there.And it felt, in some way, more threatening than the sound of gunfire.I found myself gazing at it."Do not touch it," said Rhysander.His tone was quiet.I turned my gaze towards him."You heard what he indicated.""Yes.""Then you understand he desires us to open it.""Precisely."I cast my eyes back at the envelope.There was no name on the front.No address.Only a small mark stamped on the paper.A black circle flanked by two slender lines.That symbol seemed familiar.From my father's old business papers.I lowered myself slowly.Rhysander immediately grasped my arm."Evelyn.""I must discover what’s inside.""We cannot be certain of what Alexander placed in it.""I don't bel

RHYSANDER'S POV I was uncertain how to embrace my mother. For two decades, I had lived under the impression that nothing remained to be grasped. No reminiscences. No voice. No warmth. Just a grave that seemed unreal. Yet, here she stood before me, older than the woman etched in my memory, her gray hair framing a visage still imbued with the tenderness I had struggled to erase over the years. Her arms wrapped around me more tightly. I shut my eyes. For a fleeting instant, I was a child once more. The scent of her old perfume filled my senses. I felt her fingers tenderly weaving through my hair. And I recalled the final morning I had laid eyes on her. She kissed my forehead. She told me she loved me. Then she vanished from my existence. I gently stepped back. "Why?" That solitary word emerged shattered. My mother regarded me. "I understand." "No." I shook my head emphatically. "You don’t." "You cannot imagine what I endured." Tears wel