Todos los capítulos de A Bitter Marriage Contract: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

ElizabethElizabeth left early to go to church. On her way back, she stopped by the restaurant, where she had scheduled a meeting with the architect, George Brown, to discuss the final details of the restaurant. After finalizing the last details, Elizabeth smiled with satisfaction. “I think it’s going to look amazing.”After saying goodbye to the architect and giving instructions to Bryan, Elizabeth headed to the market. She wanted to buy some ingredients; she had in mind to test a new recipe she’d been working on for days.She bought fresh ingredients that would likely add more flavor to her new recipe. She left the market with a full bag and walked home.When she arrived at the small, well-kept garden where she lived, Mrs. Philips was tending to some flowers when she saw her. “Good morning, Elizabeth.” “Good morning, Mrs. Philips. How are you?”“Very well, dear. You look different today; you seem more radiant.” Mrs. Philips remembered the first few days after Elizabeth moved int

Before sunrise, a black car with tinted windows and two other vehicles were traveling along the winding road that led to the small mountain town. The sky was clear; in the backseat, John Walker watched the landscape through the window, but his thoughts were far away. Beside him, Bruce was working on his laptop, trying to catch up on John’s schedule and reply to emails and messages, attempting to justify his boss’s absence for a few days.Luxury cars in a tourist town didn’t attract attention. That’s why no one found it strange that the vehicles with tinted windows had just arrived, parking discreetly in front of the hotel. “We’re here, sir,” Bruce said.They had left early and were now in the charming mountain town, famous for its tranquility and refined cuisine.The hotel, surrounded by a well-kept garden and offering a spectacular view of the valley, was every bit as good as the most renowned five-star hotels. John was settled into the master suite, which had a private room that c

JohnJohn didn’t leave the room all day where the monitoring center was set up. Sitting there, he stared at every screen, every image, searching, almost desperately, for the woman in the hat.“Where is she?” he asked impatiently, drumming his fingers on the arms of his chair. “Nothing yet?”Carlson, an experienced veteran, didn’t even take his eyes off the screens as he replied, with the calmness of someone who had been through similar situations before.“Sir, surveillance requires patience… and attention. Maybe she didn’t leave the house today.” He adjusted his glasses. “Sometimes… it takes days. But we’ll find her. Don’t worry.”John rested his elbows on his knees, hunched over, and hid his face in his hands, in a gesture that mixed exhaustion, frustration, and something else... fear. Fear he wasn’t willing to admit even to himself.“Sir…” Bruce’s calm voice sounded behind him. “It’s getting dark. There’s no point in staying here.”John looked up. His once rigid, firm features had g

The restaurant they chose was unassuming, located outside the city, and had a lookout point from which they could see the lights of the small town below them. The restaurant was cozy, with few tables and dim lighting. Upon entering, the maître d’ led them to a reserved table near the window from which they could enjoy the full view bathed in that night’s full moonlight. “I hope you like it here. It’s one of my favorite places,” Steve remarked, pulling out a chair for her, and she thanked him with a shy smile.“It’s very cozy,” she said, looking around.For a few seconds, there was that natural silence of someone still trying to settle into the environment. Elizabeth discreetly adjusted the napkin on her lap, taking a deep breath. The waiter approached with the menu, and Steve ordered some wine; as soon as the waiter walked away, he turned to Elizabeth.Steve talked about the city, local traditions, some historical trivia, and even funny stories from his childhood, all to keep the m

ElizabethElizabeth walked unhurriedly, with that serene air she’d always had, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that, at that very moment, she was being watched by watchful eyes, cameras, and agents strategically positioned in the vicinity… and by John.Her steps were firm, determined, yet gentle. She was heading toward the main street, where, just a few blocks away, was the restaurant, her new life project.On the monitor, John watched her as if the whole world had vanished. Her every step, every gesture, was like a stab in the chest, mixed with a fascination he had never experienced before. His eyes were fixed on her, unblinking.Elizabeth turned onto the street where the restaurant was located. She slowed her pace, studying the facade, and then went inside.“I’ll watch everything from my room,” John said. As soon as he left, John went to his room, turned on his computer, and followed everything that was happeningElizabeth was forging her own path; it seemed she was determ