All Chapters of Forbidden Obsession Married By Contract To His Uncle : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aixa's cutting question hung heavily in the air, leaving a suffocating silence on the balcony of Mansion Castello. Fernando stood frozen in place. His gaze remained fixed on the glass door that had just closed, leaving behind a rare uncertainty that seldom found its way into his mind. Aixa's weary smile and the flash of pain in her eyes continued to haunt him, becoming an invisible thorn that pierced his consciousness. For the first time, the heir to the Castello dynasty was at a loss for words.The following morning, a false sense of calm once again settled over the mansion. After enduring an awkward and chilly breakfast, Fernando was summoned by Sovia to her private study on the upper floor.The room carried the soothing scent of sandalwood oil and bergamot tea. Sovia sat with impeccable elegance on a dark green velvet sofa, a delicate porcelain cup held between her fingers adorned with emerald rings. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, highlighting the firmness of h

The silence inside Fernando's study seemed to grow heavier, as though it were allowing every threat Gaston had just delivered over the phone to settle into the air. Fernando leaned back against the cold leather chair, his fingers massaging his temples as a sudden, pounding ache spread through his head. For the first time in his life, the absolute power he had always wielded within Castello Group felt frighteningly fragile. The stakes were no longer merely numbers on financial reports or fluctuations on stock market charts. They were something far more personal and complicated. The board of commissioners had openly backed him into a corner. They demanded an heir as a guarantee of the dynasty's stability, without caring how that demand would be fulfilled. Amid the shadows of the threat closing in around his power, the image of Aixa's face suddenly crossed Fernando's mind. He remembered the look in his wife's eyes during dinner the night before, dim, weary, and filled with a sense of a

That morning, Castello Mansion was colder and quieter than usual, the kind of false tranquility that concealed a storm beneath the surface. The soft clinking of spoons against porcelain plates was the only sound breaking the silence in the grand dining room. Aixa sat stiffly in an ornately carved mahogany chair. Before her, a cup of warm chamomile tea prepared by the staff was already losing its steam. The woman's face looked terribly pale, almost blending into the faded color of her casual dress. The faint dark circles beneath her eyes were silent proof that restful sleep had become an impossible luxury over the past three weeks. Every time she closed her eyes, images of syringes, the antiseptic smell of the hospital, and the hormone level numbers that continued to haunt her always forced them open again. "Madam, you need to finish at least half of your breakfast," Marco, the senior head butler at Castello Mansion, said from several steps beside the table, his voice as polite and g

Sovia's threat echoed through every corner of the study like the cold tolling of a death bell. Elio's name, the little boy who was the center of Fernando's world, had been placed on the line without mercy. Sovia Castello knew exactly where his greatest weakness lay, and the woman had just driven a dagger straight into his most vulnerable point. Yet instead of showing panic or fear, Fernando straightened. His jaw tightened so hard that the muscles along his neck stood out. His eyes narrowed, radiating a dangerously cold aura, a look he rarely revealed, even in front of his own mother. "Try it, Momy," Fernando whispered. His voice was no longer raised, but the low tone carried a far more terrifying threat. "Use every best lawyer you have. Drag the Castello name through the courts, and then we'll see who loses everything first. Do you think I'm still the same man I was five years ago? The man you could control with nothing more than a piece of paper?" Sovia flinched slightly and took

A heavy silence crept into the master bedroom as Marco bowed respectfully and slowly stepped out, closing the thick wooden door without a sound. Now, only Aixa and Fernando remained in the spacious room. Aixa was still sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the medical cancellation letter in her hands. The white sheet of paper felt so light, yet the consequences it carried seemed capable of shaking the entire course of her life at Castello Mansion. In the doorway, Fernando stood silently. He looked utterly exhausted. Deep lines of fatigue were etched around his eyes, and his slightly wrinkled white shirt was silent evidence of how fierce the war of words with his mother downstairs had been. Aixa slowly raised her gaze. Her swollen eyes settled on the man standing several steps away. "Fernando..." Aixa whispered, her voice hoarse as she struggled against the wave of emotion pressing against her throat. "Is this... is this real?" Fernando let out a long breath and briefly rubbed