All Chapters of His Bride by Contract, His Obsession by Fate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rory was sleeping soundly, but then she suddenly snapped her eyes open with intense force, sitting bolt upright in the middle of the bed with her hair a disheveled mess.Rue opened his eyes beside her as well. The young man propped himself up on one elbow at the head of the bed while watching his fiancée. Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't help but find amusement in whatever antics the intoxicated woman was about to pull next."Wife... why are you up? Go back to sleep," Rue scolded softly, reaching out his hand to fix Rory's hair.Instead of sleeping, however, Rory quickly swatted Rue's hand away, pointing her index finger straight at his face. Her expression was dead serious, as if she were conducting a major investigation."Hey, pillow!" Rory called out seriously, her nose flushed red from the alcohol. "Don't touch me! I have a question for you... Is it true that I'm officially your fiancée? Or are you just messing with me because you have nothing better to do with your life?

While Rue was busy in the kitchen, brewing hot coffee for Rory while waiting for her to come out of the room, his phone resting on the marble island counter suddenly rang.A familiar name flashed on the screen: Mom.Rue picked it up, his brow furrowing slightly, and answered the call. "Hello, Mom.""Rue, my son," his mother's voice greeted from the other end, "I'm calling to check on you. How are things there in the country? I heard from the board that the Rivaz Group's latest venture is doing exceptionally well.""Everything is fine here, Mom. Managing it just fine," Rue replied as he poured hot water into a cup."Good to hear," his mother answered. "However, Rue... am I noticing something you're hiding from me? The press has been buzzing about some charity ball and a certain 'fiancée' you suddenly introduced to the public. Are the rumors I'm hearing true, or is this just another one of your stunts to get me to stop my matchmaking?"Rue gave a firm shake of his head, even though he k

Nine in the morning. Rue was already sitting in his chair, arms crossed, while his gaze was blank and staring straight into the space. A few moments later, the door slowly opened, and Martin entered. Martin was carrying a thick tablet and several folders as he walked toward the front of the desk."Good morning, Sir Rue," Martin greeted formally while fixing his eyeglasses. "Your schedule for today is here. We'll start with the quarterly board meeting at ten, followed by the ocular inspection at..."Martin stopped reading when he noticed his boss giving no reaction whatsoever. Rue was simply staring into space."Sir Rue?" Martin called out again, his brow furrowed slightly. "Sir?"Rue remained silent. He looked like a statue in his chair, his soul wandering in another dimension.Martin blinked. This had never happened before. He knew Rue as a fast thinker, always alert, and strictly attentive to every detail of his work. Right now, he looked like he was under a spell, so deep in though

Meanwhile, Rory was walking through the construction site. As the Lead for the entire project, she needed to ensure the Phase 1 schedule was met, inspect the quality of the materials being used, and determine the exact progress of the construction workers.Wearing her t-shirt, trousers, and a yellow safety hardhat, Rory carefully walked alongside the senior project supervisor."Miss Rory, we are on track for the ground floor turnover next month," the supervisor reported while holding a checklist. "All concrete pouring for the main structure is complete, and the safety barricades on the second floor are currently being set up.""That's good," Rory replied, looking up at the standing steel frames. "I want to make sure nothing delays the schedule. I don't want to give the board any reason to complain to me."They continued inspecting toward the side area of the structure where scrap materials and finished steel bars were piled up. Rory took careful steps, especially since the ground was

Rory’s tears finally spilled over completely. The once fierce and unyielding queen now looked like a fragile child, overcome by the crushing terror of loss. The pain of her own father’s death rushed back to her—that hollow, suffocating agony of slowly watching a loved one slip away."Why... why is it always like this, Dad?" Rory’s voice cracked as she gripped the old man's hands, weeping as if her heart would break. "Before, I couldn't do anything to save my father... and now, I have to watch you go through this? Please, I'm begging you, don't give up... Whatever it takes, even if we have to fly abroad to find the best specialists, we'll do it."Mr. Dimitrios was deeply moved. In Rory's tears, he saw the genuine love and care he had so rarely felt within the walls of his own home. The old man slowly raised his trembling hand to stroke the young woman's hair, a bitter yet tender smile gracing his lips."Ssshh... hush now, child," the old man whispered, his breath shallow and strained.