All Chapters of Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elara Waking up in a hospital bed was not something I had expected to experience again in this new life we had tried so hard to build. The bright overhead lights hurt my eyes at first, and it took several seconds before I understood where I was and why my body ached in so many unfamiliar places. Alexander sat in a chair beside my bed, bandages wrapped around his forearm and a bruise darkening the side of his face, his eyes closed as he slept for what looked like the first time in days. "Alexander," I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. He stirred immediately, his eyes opening with the sharp alertness of a man who had spent years training himself never to sleep too deeply. "Elara. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said, though my body suggested otherwise. "Are you hurt badly?" "I'm fine as well. Nothing that won't heal." "Where are the children? Are they safe?" "They're safe," he said, his voice steadying as he spoke. "I managed to get them out of the car before it fully crash

Elara Returning to Las Vegas felt like stepping into two different worlds at once. The city itself looked exactly the way I remembered it, the same neon lights stretching across the skyline, the same familiar streets we had once called home. And yet something about the entire experience felt foreign to me now, as though I were observing my old life from behind glass rather than actually living it again. The city had not changed at all in our absence. We had changed completely. We drove straight to the mansion once we arrived, and stepping through those front doors again brought back a flood of memories I had not expected to feel so strongly. The house stood empty and cold, the silence pressing down on us in a way it never had when Alexander's men filled these halls with constant activity. I walked slowly through the familiar hallways with my hand wrapped tightly around his. "I can't believe we're actually standing here again," I said. "Neither can I, honestly," he admitted, his

Elara Visiting David in prison was not something I had ever imagined myself doing again, but I could not think of any other person who might understand exactly what was at stake for our family. He sat across from me in the visitation room, looking thinner and more worn down than I remembered, his eyes carrying a hollow weight that spoke of everything he had lost since his last arrest. "Elara," he said, clearly surprised to see me sitting across the table. "I didn't expect a visit from you." "David, I need your help with something important." "My help? That's an interesting request coming from you, of all people." "The Commission wants Alexander to kill you," I said, watching his reaction closely. David laughed at that, a hollow and bitter sound that carried no real humor behind it. "Of course they do. They want him to prove his loyalty by spilling his own blood, in the most literal sense possible." "Yes, exactly that." "And you came all this way to warn me about it?" "I came

Elara Staring at the man standing on our porch left me completely unable to process what I was seeing. He appeared to be around twenty-five years old, tall and dark-haired, with grey eyes that felt unsettlingly familiar the longer I looked at him. They were my eyes. "Michael?" I said slowly. "But my son's name is—" "Michael. The same as you're thinking of," he said. "That's not a coincidence." "Who exactly are you?" I asked, my voice barely steady. "My name is Michael White," he said. "I believe I'm your son." I could not find any words to respond with right away. Alexander stood beside me, his hand settling firmly on my shoulder as though he sensed I might need the support. "Elara," he said quietly. "Who is this man?" "I honestly don't know," I said. "Elara, please tell me what's happening." "Alexander, I truly don't know who he is." The young man stepped forward slightly, his expression calm despite the tension radiating between all three of us. "My name is Michael Whit

Elara Michael returned home to his wife and children, back to the life he had built long before he ever knew our family existed. He promised to stay in touch as he loaded his bags into the car, and he promised to come back and visit again once things settled. I believed him completely. "Are you doing okay?" Alexander asked, once Michael's car had disappeared down the road. "I'm fine," I said, though the words felt hollow even as I spoke them. "Elara, you are not fine, and there's no reason to pretend otherwise with me." "Alexander, please." "It's okay if you're not fine right now," he said gently. "You don't need to hide that from me." I remained silent for a moment, letting his words settle before I finally allowed myself to speak honestly. "I have a son," I said. "A son I never knew existed, a son I apparently gave up without any memory of doing so." I looked up at him, searching his face for some kind of answer. "How am I supposed to process something like that?" "You don