Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract With My Hidden Enemy : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The words I had thrown at him still lingered in the air. “Who are you?” Now, the man standing before me—the ruthless billionaire everyone feared, the calculating strategist who was always ten moves ahead—looked… exhausted. Then, slowly, he dropped to one knee. He didn't care about his reputation or about his designer suit. He lowered himself right onto the floor until his dark eyes were level with mine. He didn't reach out to grab me—he knew better than to touch me while my skin was still burning from his betrayal—but the stillness in his face was terrifying. “You asked who I am, Vienne,” Silas said, his voice dropping into a low rasp that filled every corner of the quiet bedroom. “I am the man who swore an oath to keep you breathing when the entire world wanted you erased. That is all I have ever been.” “You played me!” I sobbed, tears burning hot down my cheeks as I pulled away from Lena’s grip to face him directly. “You made me think my aunt threw me away for money! You let m

Victor Laurent’s words lingered like poison in the air. “Tell me, Vienne… which matters more to you? Saving your husband… or saving your mother?” For the first time since walking into Vane Tower, I was completely confused. Sincerely, I didn’t know what to do. My hands curled into tight fists. I turned to Marissa and Cassandra, my chest heaving. “You locked them in.” Aunt Marissa cut in. “Mind your tone, Vienne. I may have stayed silent, but I’m still your elder.” Her voice was cold enough to freeze the room. I wanted to rush toward her and do something stupid, but Silas held me back, his firm grip locking me in place. He wasn’t the type to believe in creating unnecessary scenes. Around us, tge room erupted. Dozens of shareholders gasped and began shouting over one another, their frantic voices echoing off the polished marble of the boardroom. Assistants rushed around in a panic, tablets clutched to their chests as phones chimed relentlessly. Down in the lower glass gallerie

Cassandra’s cold, triumphant smile widened as her four armed guards stepped forward, foolishly ready to throw us out. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. “Security… detain them.” Hearing that command come out of Cassandra’s mouth was infuriating. Silas didn't hesitate for a single second. He stepped squarely in front of me, his massive frame completely blocking me from her view, his hand resting lethal and steady near his belt. Behind us, Lena gasped, taking a gradual step back toward Julian. “You’re making a severe mistake, Cassandra,” Silas said, his voice dropping into a tone so dangerously low it sent a chill down my spine. “Where are Elias and Elena? I asked again.” He sounded genuinely dangerous this time. “I told you before, Silas,” Cassandra purred, her eyes glittering with fake warmth. “I don’t repeat myself.” Julian let out a loud, sudden scoff. Every eye in the foyer snapped toward him. Cassandra’s dark brows pulled together in annoyance. “Something funny,

Something inside me answered… but it wasn’t to Silas. It was a fragment of my nightmare. Inside the suffocating, heavy dark of my mind, I was a little child. Five years old. Maybe six. The rain was slamming against the shattered glass of the backseat—cold, wet, and smelling of gasoline, smoke, and spilled oil. My chest felt completely crushed. I could hear the terrible, haunting silence coming from the front seat where my parents lay motionless. I tried to scream, but my throat was clogged with copper-tasting blood and pure terror. Then, through the smashed window, a young man’s face appeared in the dark. He couldn’t have been more than twenty or twenty-one. His dark hair was soaked with rain, a sharp cut on his cheek bleeding into his collar. His hands were trembling violently as he reached through the shattered frame of my dad’s car. “Hey... look at me,” his voice broke, a desperate, young voice trying so hard to sound strong. He reached in and grabbed my cold fingers, wrapp

The explosion shook the entire hospital. The walls trembled. Glass vibrated inside the window frames, and every light in the intensive care unit flickered once before switching to the red emergency backup system. The steady rhythm of my heart monitor suddenly competed with the wail of the evacuation alarms. BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… Outside my room, chaos erupted. The double doors clicked shut as the trauma team finally stepped back to give my body room to breathe, leaving only that rhythmic beep... beep... beep while sirens screamed down the hallway. The trauma team exchanged uneasy glances before several of them rushed into the corridor to find out what had caused the explosion, leaving only two doctors and a nurse to monitor me. Lena and Julian stepped inside to watch over me. I heard their hushed voices—that was how I knew. They weren’t bothered much about what was happening down there; they were only bothered about me. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been shre