His Contracted Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

“Pasensya ka na, ija. Nandyan naman si Lucien. Hindi ka pababayaan no’n,” paulit-ulit na paghingi ng despensa ni Aling Martha.Hindi niya magagawang samahan si Ryn para bumili ng mga gamit nito para sa pasukan.“Naiintindihan ko naman po. Mag-iingat po kayo sa biyahe,” sagot ni Ryn, giving her a small reassuring smile.Nagkaroon ng emergency ang anak ni Aling Martha kaya ilang araw itong mawawala. Dahil doon, si Lucien na lamang ang sasama kay Ryn mamaya. They had planned to leave in the afternoon para hindi gaanong mainit, lalo na’t may morning meeting pa si Lucien.Nang malapit nang magtanghali, pumunta na si Ryn sa kusina at nagsimulang magluto.Bago siya nagsimula, nag-message muna siya kay Lucien at sinabing huwag na itong bumili ng lunch dahil magdadala siya ng pagkain para dito. Hindi naman ito tumanggi at simpleng sinabi lamang na hihintayin niya iyon.Pagkatapos magluto, maingat na inilagay ni Ryn ang pagkain sa isang steel food container bago niya ito binalot.“Clarisse, ito

Ryn had been inside the nightclub before. She knew its halls, tables, dim lights, and even the particular rhythm of the music that seemed to travel through the walls. She remembered how exhausting the place could feel after hours of carrying trays, checking tables, and forcing herself to smile at customers who sometimes looked at her as if she were part of the furniture.But tonight felt different. She wasn't wearing a waitress uniform anymore. She wasn't carrying trays or checking tables. She wasn't here because she needed another shift to earn money.She was here as Lucien Ashford's wife.Ryn followed Lucien upstairs until they reached Room One, the most exclusive VIP room in the nightclub—the room only Lucien and his friends could use. Unlike the other VIP rooms, it was tucked farther away from the noise of the first floor. The music below could still be heard, but only as a distant, muted rhythm.Inside, the room was spacious and elegant, with comfortable seating around a low tabl

The restroom fell into an unnatural silence. Security had already dragged the two men away, their voices fading into the hallway, but the violence they had left behind seemed to remain suspended in the air.The broken door hung crookedly from its hinges. A faucet dripped somewhere behind them.Ryn stood beside the sink, completely still.Her hair had come loose from its earlier arrangement, dark strands clinging to her damp cheeks. Tears continued slipping down her face, one after another, disappearing beneath her chin.She didn't wipe them away. She didn't seem to realize they were there. Her hands were trembling. So slightly that someone standing farther away might not have noticed.Lucien did. His eyes fixed on them. Something cold settled beneath his ribs. He looked at her face.The usually composed woman who could meet his stare without blinking was gone. There was no sharp retort waiting on her lips. No irritation. No controlled expression. Only a woman who looked as though some

The days after the incident passed, but I couldn't seem to leave what happened at the nightclub behind.I did everything I could to make things look normal. I ate my meals, went about my usual routine, and answered whenever someone asked how I was feeling. When the household staff looked at me a little longer than usual, I pretended not to notice. And whenever Lucien asked if I need anything, I gave him the same answer.“I'm fine.”I made sure to say it with a smile, too, as though that would make it more convincing.Lucien, unfortunately, wasn't someone I could easily fool.He never fussed over me or hovered at my side asking whether I needed anything. That wasn't his way of worrying. Instead, he watched. He noticed when I went quiet, when I hesitated before entering a room, and when an unexpected noise made me turn my head too quickly. Sometimes, I would catch his eyes following me across the room, his expression unreadable, and I would immediately busy myself with whatever I was do

The morning air felt crisp and cool when I opened my eyes, much earlier than I usually would. Sunlight hadn’t fully spilled into the room yet, only a faint glow seeping through the curtains — quiet, gentle, just like how I wanted to start today. I lay still for a moment, listening to the silence, a familiar restlessness settling softly in my chest. I knew I couldn’t keep depending on him for every little thing. Lucien had already gone above and beyond, doing things that were never written in our agreement, things that made my heart twist with both gratitude and uncertainty. Every time I accepted his help, every time I let him step in and make things easier, a quiet voice inside me whispered that I was getting too comfortable, that I was crossing lines I shouldn’t have crossed. I kept telling myself I would only take what I truly needed, that I would handle the rest on my own — yet here I was, still leaning on him more than I intended. And that scared me more than I cared to admit. Bec