Todos los capítulos de A Bitter Marriage Contract: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

JohnWhile taking care of some loose ends in the office, John noticed his phone ringing insistently. On the screen, a name that was synonymous with trouble: Pamela White.He took a deep breath, running his hand over his face. He could ignore it. He should, in fact. But he knew that, sooner or later, he would have to face Pamela and put an end to it. He pressed the green button.“John! You finally decided to answer me!” Pamela exploded, making no attempt to hide the accusatory tone in her voice. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days! I was worried.”John rested his elbow on the table, bringing his hand to his chin. He kept his tone neutral and controlled. “Good morning, Pamela. I hope you’re doing well.”She snorted, indignant. “Don’t dodge the question. Where were you? And why did you ignore me all this time?”He took a deep breath, remaining impassive. “I was… traveling with my beloved wife, Pamela.”“Traveling?!” Her tone was sharp. “That… that opportunist! Is that it,

“Dad… it’s that woman! She’s turning John against me!” Martha dramatized, bringing her hand to her forehead as if about to faint.“Martha, don’t underestimate me. I may be old, but I’m no fool. That young woman is the sweetest, kindest, and most polite person I’ve ever met. I know about the arrangement behind this marriage; at first I thought it wouldn’t work out, but when I met Elizabeth, I was certain she’s the ideal woman for him and the mother of my great-grandchild. And John finally seems to have realized that.”“She’s not worthy of my son! She comes from an insignificant family; she accepted this marriage for money! She’s an unscrupulous gold digger!” Martha shouted, distraught.Oliver looked her straight in the eye, steady, without blinking. “I may be old, but I’m not blind. That girl has always loved John. And you knew that. You knew she would marry him even without a contract, but your goal was to get John into the presidency at any cost, not your son’s happiness.”“How can

The restaurant in the mountain region was a success. Elizabeth had left everything in Chef Bryan’s hands. When she returned, he welcomed her with relief.“Chef Elizabeth. I’m so glad you’re back,” he said with relief. Although he had taken care of the restaurant and stayed true to the recipes, her presence was the restaurant’s safe haven.In addition to Chef Bryan, John had sent one of his administrators to serve as the restaurant manager while Elizabeth was away. But he hadn’t mentioned a word about who Elizabeth’s husband was.As she checked everything, from the inventory to the balance sheet, she was pleased with the results.As she was finishing up the last details, the presence of a man at the door caught her attention. “Hello, Steve,” she said, somewhat awkwardly.“Hello, Mrs. Walker,” he replied, with a slightly disappointed tone. “How are you?”“I’m fine. And you?”“I’ve had better days…” he confessed, with a sad expression. “Are you happy?”“Yes. Very,” she replied sincerely

Elizabeth was adjusting to her new life. John had hired a butler, a chef—Joffrey, the same one who’d worked for them while she was recovering from the trail incident—and staff to take care of the house. It still felt strange to her to have permanent staff, but she soon got used to it, especially since they were all very discreet and their schedules didn’t interfere with the couple’s privacy.She resumed the habit of tending to the flowers and the vegetable garden alongside the gardener, Oscar. John, who had never before taken an interest in the gardens, now began to accompany her on some of her walks. He would stroll along slowly, hands in his pockets, and strike up a casual conversation with Oscar. The gardener found it strange at first, but then realized the reason was simple: John wanted to be nearby whenever Elizabeth was there.The restaurant, meanwhile, was booming. Since it wasn’t far from the big city, Elizabeth would head home when things slowed down, leaving the closing shif

That night, at home. After dinner, Elizabeth sat down at the piano and began to play while John poured a glass of whiskey. He approached, leaned against the piano, and gazed at his wife, captivated. Elizabeth smiled as she played and then sang a love song for him.After the last chord faded, John took her in his arms, and after passionate kisses, they sat on the sofa. John lay down, resting his head on Elizabeth’s lap, and she began to stroke her husband’s hair, then ran her fingers across his handsome, masculine face.“Are you happy?” he asked, his voice lower, more intimate.“Very. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so happy in my life,” she replied, looking at him tenderly.He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, yet with the intensity of someone who loves deeply.“I love you, Lizzie,” he whispered.She smiled. It was the second time he’d called her Lizzie.“And I love you more, John,” she replied, hugging him tightly.For a few minutes, they just stood there, in the comfo