All Chapters of A Bitter Marriage Contract: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Oliver Walker lived to be one hundred and one, passing away peacefully at home, surrounded by his daughters, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. His passing was serene, like a man who had fulfilled his mission. He left behind not only great material achievements but, above all, a legacy of a united and happy family.Before passing away, he still had the joy of seeing John and Elizabeth build a solid, loving marriage, blessed with four children: Anthony, Mary, and the twins Luke and Luize. He also witnessed Arthur’s wedding, which gave him another grandson, and saw Claire marry a successful businessman, though they had not yet had children. And Cathy, his youngest daughter, who despite her age, had married a good man who loved her. Cathy had no children of her own, but was welcomed with great affection by her husband’s three children.At Oliver’s request, the funeral was brief, attended only by family and close friends. He made it clear that he wanted them to gather that evening fo

PamelaPamela White Hamilton spent hours scouring every type of media for information about the Walkers. Magazines, newspapers, society columns, business websites. Nothing escaped her obsessive gaze. She discreetly collected everything she could find on the couple—articles about how the group was growing and staying at the forefront of investments, photographs from social events that always highlighted the beauty and elegance of John and Elizabeth Walker.With every new image, the wound reopened. There they were, smiling as if time had not touched them, Elizabeth increasingly radiant and John with his imposing bearing and a masculine beauty attractive to any woman; the two were considered the most beautiful and elegant couple according to celebrity magazines and still maintained the same air of a couple newly in love.As for their children, however, little emerged. The family’s privacy was well guarded. Only once, in a celebrity magazine, did Pamela find a rare photo: John, Elizabeth,

The next day, a sunny Sunday, the Walker mansion awoke to the sounds of life. The aroma of fresh bread and coffee wafted through the kitchen. The children ran down the stairs, still in their pajamas, laughing and arguing over who would sit at the table first.Elizabeth, wearing a light dress, was setting the table with Mary’s help, who insisted on placing flowers in the center of the table. John came in shortly after, no longer stiff from the workweek, wearing jeans and a shirt draped over his arms.“Good morning, family,” he greeted them, kissing his wife and then each child, one by one. “What’s on the menu today?”“Pancakes!” Anthony and Mary shouted in unison, making everyone laugh.Elizabeth looked at John, her eyes shining with tenderness.“I made your favorite cake. Lemon with caramelized Sicilian lemon slices.”He smiled, “You’re amazing.”“Just because I love you.”“I love you more.”The Sunday morning sun streamed through the large windows of the Walker mansion, bathing the

The Walker FamilyThe days passed, and little by little, Lily became more and more involved in the social work coordinated by Elizabeth. The young woman showed tenderness toward the children at the orphanage, worked hard at her tasks, and knew how to exude humility. Elizabeth, always observant, noticed that almost spontaneous care.It was on a rainy afternoon that fate—or, rather, Logan’s plan—opened the final door.In the mansion’s main hall, Elizabeth was saying goodbye to Clara, one of the family’s longest-serving nannies. The young woman had tears in her eyes and was holding Emily’s hand tightly.“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Elizabeth… but my mother has fallen seriously ill, and I need to go back to the countryside,” Clara said, her voice breaking. “You and the children have always been like a second family to me, but I can’t abandon her now.”Elizabeth hugged her warmly, moved to tears.“I understand, dear. Your mother needs you, and that’s where you must go. We’ll miss you terribly, but

LilyLater, back in the simple room she had been assigned in the mansion, Lily sat on the edge of the bed, still in her uniform. The scene from the chapel flashed back into her mind: the voices in unison, Elizabeth’s sweet gaze, the children’s shy laughter as they gave thanks for such small things.Without realizing it, she was clutching between her fingers the small wooden rosary that one of the nannies had handed her on her way out. She took a deep breath, feeling uneasy.“This is crazy…” she murmured to herself. “This isn’t for me.”Her cell phone vibrated on the small table. It was Logan.She answered immediately, trying to sound firm.“I’ve already settled into their routine. The kids accepted me quickly, and Elizabeth trusts me,” she said, in an almost professional tone.Logan’s dry laugh echoed from the other end.“I knew you had a knack for this. Keep it up. I need details—schedules, conversations. Nothing is too small when it comes to the Walkers.”Lily hesitated for a second