Todos los capítulos de His Bride by Contract, His Obsession by Fate: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Rory's eyes widened. She almost lost her breath in sheer shock and joy. Her mouth parted slightly as she looked back and forth between Rue and Calix."Are you serious, Rue?" Rory asked, nearly whispering, unable to believe that he would think of doing something like that for her."Do I look like I'm joking?" Rue replied with a smile, taking a sip of his hot coffee. "I want you to have something that no one in your family can take away or diminish. Something that is truly yours alone. I want you to live solely for yourself now."Rory felt her eyes grow warm once more."Well, well!" Calix chimed in, even giving a light clap. "What a beautiful morning scene! Maya, do you see this? The stone in this Mr. Rivaz's chest is finally softening!"Rue just rolled his eyes at Calix, but a hidden smile couldn't leave his lips. Maya laughed softly while helping Leo, who was eating his pancake. "Just let Rue be, Hon. They suit each other so well!"Right after they finished eating, Rory couldn't wait

Rory parked the car and stepped out while holding Hope in her arms."Good evening, Mr. Higgins!" Rory greeted him cheerfully."Good evening as well, Miss Rory," the butler greeted with a warm smile, bowing slightly. "Your timing is impeccable. Mr. Dimitrios just arrived from his outing as well, and he is already in the dining hall making sure everything is perfect."Rory let out a soft laugh. She walked inside the mansion, and the mouth-watering aroma of rich dishes immediately greeted her nose—the scent of baked salmon, roast beef, and other delicacies tailored perfectly to her palate.In the spacious dining area, she caught sight of Mr. Dimitrios standing by the long table, inspecting every plate and piece of silverware as thoroughly as a president conducting an official inspection. The older man was holding his phone, anxiously shifting his gaze back and forth between the screen and the doorway."Higgins, did you set out Rue's favorite wine here?" the older man asked nervously befo

"And to make sure the baby is well taken care of," Mr. Summers continued, staring directly at Alana's stomach, "Alana will stay here at the mansion until she gives birth."Helen's eyes widened. She felt as though she had been slapped right inside her own home. "What?! Have you lost your mind?!" Helen nearly choked in utter shock and fury. "You're going to let that woman live in our house? Have you forgotten how they played Rory for a fool? How they ruined our family's reputation in front of so many people?!""Helen, calm down!" Mr. Summers commanded in an authoritative, cold voice. "Set your emotions and anger aside for once! This isn't about Rory or Richard anymore. This is about our grandchild! That baby is our blood, and I won't let our family's sole heir be harmed just because of your personal resentments!""An heir?" Helen shouted raspily, deep pain evident in her voice. "You're making it look like we're rewarding their betrayal! Just look at what you're doing—you're offering a p

When the two were left alone inside the airy room, Alana felt a sudden pain in her abdomen accompanied by a spell of dizziness."Mom, I'm hungry," Alana complained, holding her stomach as she leaned back irritably against the plush headboard. "I haven't had a proper meal since last night. My baby might be suffering.""I understand, sweetheart," Amanda replied, lifting her head and walking over to the bedside table where the small silver intercom sat.Amanda pressed the button and waited a few seconds until it chimed and static hummed through the speaker."Good morning. How may we help you?" a young maid's voice answered from the other line."Prepare food for us right away," Amanda commanded in her loftiest, most confident tone, as if she were already the queen of the mansion. "My daughter wants hot mushroom soup, a fresh green salad with olive oil dressing, and baked salmon. Make sure the ingredients are fresh because Alana is pregnant. Also, bring a glass of freshly squeezed orange ju

After parking her car in the basement of the tall Rivaz Group building, Rory quickly went up to the executive floor. She entered Rue's office. Instead of Rue’s serious face greeting her, she was greeted by the familiar faces of the fashion team—the renowned head designer and his three assistants who had taken her measurements for an exclusive haute couture dress the previous week. "Good afternoon, Miss Rory!" the head designer greeted cheerfully as he stood beside a large garment rack holding a covered, expensive-looking gown. "Oh, Madame? What are you doing here?" Rory asked in confusion, looking at the mannequins and sewing kits brought by the team. "Mr. Rivaz had us fetched and called here," the designer explained with a smile. "Mr. Rivaz is still in a board meeting with the company's board members, but he instructed us that you should try on this custom dress we made for the upcoming gala. He wants to make sure the fit is perfect—not too tight around the waist and comfortable f