Todos los capítulos de A Bitter Marriage Contract: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Elizabeth, Adam, and SaraThe three of them were laughing heartily as Adam enthusiastically recounted how he had managed to trick John’s men. Elizabeth, who had felt sad and lonely just moments before, let herself be swept up in the lightheartedness of the moment. It was one of the rare moments of true joy she’d experienced in recent times.They were having lunch in the small apartment that served as their refuge. It was simple but cozy, and that day it seemed even more welcoming, as if their friendship warmed the atmosphere.Elizabeth was surprised by the details of Adam’s plans.They used to switch cars in the hospital garage or at strategic locations, causing John’s security guards to waste hours—sometimes even a whole day—waiting for someone who was no longer there. This time she was surprised and her eyes widened when he mentioned that even the car crash had been planned.“Did anyone get hurt?” she asked with genuine concern.Adam smiled, understanding.“It was all very minor. T

Since that meeting, Elizabeth had begun to notice Steve in various places, even at church, which, at first glance, seemed like a coincidence. But it wasn’t.Steve began to observe her discreetly, looking for opportunities to approach her. Always with respect, he invited her to lunch or dinner, which she invariably declined.That afternoon, Elizabeth was leaving in high spirits from the construction site where her future restaurant would be. The renovations were almost complete, and soon she would be able to sign the lease and begin setting up the space. As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk, she saw Steve approaching.“Good afternoon, Miss Stewart,” he greeted her, smiling. “We’ve been running into each other quite often… could it be a sign from above?”Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile slightly.“Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor. It’s a small town; it’s only natural that we run into each other.” Elizabeth spoke naturally, with a slight smile.“Yeah… that makes things a lot easier,” he

That evening, John arrived at the Walker mansion looking serious and tired. The driver pulled up in front of the main entrance, and he got out, straightening his jacket before climbing the wide steps to the porch.As soon as he entered, he heard voices in the living room. Martha stood up immediately, smiling affectedly.“John, dear, I’m so glad you came,” she said, stepping closer to kiss him on the cheek. She truly missed her son.“Good evening, Mom… Dad… Grandpa.” His tone softened when he saw his grandfather sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.“My boy…” said Oliver Walker, his voice hoarse but firm. “Come here and give me a hug.”John smiled, if only slightly, stepping closer to hug him. The old man ran his wrinkled hand down his back in a slow, affectionate gesture.“You’ve lost weight… and you have dark circles under your eyes. You haven’t been eating properly, have you?” said his grandfather, looking him up and down carefully.“I’m fine, Grandpa,” Joh

The atmosphere was intimate: a few tables, candles on linen tablecloths, a soft murmur of conversation, and the distant clinking of cutlery. Most of the customers had made reservations months in advance, but for John, that spot was always available.It didn’t take long for the waiter to return, placing the glass in front of him. John picked it up, swirling the dark liquid, watching it reflect the candlelight before taking his first sip. The wine went down smoothly, but it burned slightly, warming his chest.The meal arrived shortly after, and he ate slowly, unhurriedly, alternating between his cutlery and the glass. However, before he knew it, the first bottle was already empty. He looked up and summoned the waiter with a simple wave of his hand.“Bring another,” he ordered, his voice still calm, yet laden with something heavy.Maxime, who was watching from a distance, frowned. Usually, John limited himself to two glasses. That night was clearly an exception, but he decided not to que

“Anne, I’m not in the mood to deal with this right now. Do this: let her come up, but tell her I’ve left and won’t be back today. I’ll take the private elevator. If she wants to wait, let her wait in the waiting room.”— Yes, sir.John grabbed his briefcase and locked the office; he didn’t want her barging in again while he was gone, and he left quickly. He wanted to disappear. From the world, from the pressure, from his mistakes. He called Bruce, who answered on the first ring.“Mr. Walker?”“Is that bar open at this hour?”—Yes, sir.“Meet me in the garage. I need to clear my head… and have a drink.”“I’m on my way.”He hung up. *****Bruce was in his office preparing some documents that required the boss’s urgent signature. But given the situation, nothing seemed more urgent. They needed to find Mrs. Walker right away, before business started to suffer. Which Bruce found difficult; the Group was very strong and had competent directors, but the president is the head of everything