All Chapters of A Bitter Marriage Contract: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Upon arriving at the hotel, John and Bruce went straight to the room used as an office. Bruce turned on his laptop, and a few minutes later, the information began to come in. The sound of the keys being pressed seemed to echo louder than usual.John stood there impatiently, pacing back and forth with his fists clenched. The image of Elizabeth smiling at another man had unsettled him so much that he couldn’t control his breathing, and his heart ached. “His name is Steve Taylor,” said Bruce, pausing briefly before continuing. “He’s the owner of the hotel where we’re staying…”John stopped pacing and looked at Bruce in disbelief, then let out a dry, bitter laugh, as if in disbelief. He ran his hand through his hair and then across his face, clearly distraught.“It must be the irony of fate…” he muttered, and began pacing back and forth again, like a lion trapped in its own cage. “Right here. Right under my nose. It must be to punish me; there’s no other explanation.”Bruce continued to

The results were immediate. There were dozens of articles about the tycoon, the business genius, the ruthless strategist, the entrepreneur who in just a few years had become one of the richest and most influential men in the world. Reports highlighted his cold-bloodedness in business, his extraordinary intelligence, and his ability to turn everything he touched into profit.But when searching for information about his personal life, what he found was speculation about his love life, always shrouded in mystery. Few mentions of his wife. No photos. No public appearances. There were photos of him alongside beautiful women; one in particular, Pamela White, appeared in several photos beside him.After a few minutes, he found an old article, dated more than three years ago:“John Walker, one of the country’s most eligible bachelors, surprises everyone by marrying in a discreet and private ceremony, restricted to a few guests. The bride’s name was not disclosed.”Steve frowned. That didn’t m

John John was locked in the adjoining room of the hotel suite, the dim lights reflecting off the screens before him. On the monitors, images of Elizabeth played on repeat like a movie he couldn’t stop watching. On one of the screens, the real-time video showed every detail of the activity in the restaurant: deliveries, conversations, preparations.A light knock on the door broke his focus, and soon Bruce entered.“Sir, sorry to interrupt… Carlson needs your orders.”John closed his eyes for a moment, massaging his temples before running his hand over his face, pensively.“You can dismiss the team. And, if you’d like, you can go too. I’m going to stay a few more days.”Bruce looked at him in surprise.“Sir… with your permission, I’d prefer to stay.”John didn’t seem surprised.“No problem.” After all, Bruce had already stopped him from making two serious mistakes; it was good to have someone level-headed around.“I want you to find out when the restaurant’s grand opening will be.”“I

JohnJohn stood in a more secluded corner, almost hidden by the shadow cast by a dim streetlight. The buzz of tourists, the unrestrained laughter, and the sound of clinking glasses passed him by as if they didn’t exist. His serious expression contrasted with the festive atmosphere around him, and his gaze was fixed on a single point ahead.The restaurant, with the charm of a turn-of-the-century façade, displayed a sign above the door with elegant lettering and a minimalist logo: “La Brise.”John thought the name was perfect. “The Breeze,” in French: discreet, gentle, yet striking. It was like Elizabeth: a light presence, yet impossible to ignore.“What do you intend to do, sir?” asked Bruce, at his side, in a low, almost cautious tone.John didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on the movement of people coming and going. Until, amid the bustle, he spotted Adam and Sara arriving. John’s jaw tightened imperceptibly.*****ElizabethUpon seeing Adam and Sara walk through the entrance, E

With the festival ending on Sunday, everyone was exhausted but happy about the restaurant’s success and visibility. The organizers conducted a poll to choose the best restaurant of the festival, and to everyone’s surprise, “La Brise” took first place.The success reached social media and spread quickly, and it wasn’t long before visitors to the mountain town were eager to experience the new restaurant with its unparalleled flavors.Even though she was tired, that night Elizabeth went to church to give thanks for everything, but she also had a request in her heart that was still unanswered.The next day, Elizabeth gave the staff the day off to rest, so she didn’t leave the house. She was busy with the restaurant’s financial statements and happy with the results.*****JohnJohn was still at the hotel, practically locked in his room. Bruce began to worry about his absence from work; even though he was working remotely, his boss had to make a decision—he couldn’t leave without meeting wi