All Chapters of His Bride by Contract, His Obsession by Fate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rory arrived at the restaurant. The moment she walked through the doors, she immediately spotted the group at the far end of the private dining room, recognizable by the suffocating tension hanging in the air.At the center of the opulent setting, beneath gleaming chandeliers, four people sat around a large round table. Helen Summers sat rigid with overbearing pride, her expression cold and unwelcoming beside Alana. It was obvious she was merely tolerating the presence of Alana and Amanda, while Alana looked visibly anxious, constantly casting nervous glances toward her mother. Richard sat wedged between Helen and Alana—beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth to the doorway as if he were on the verge of a panic attack.A sweet, mischievous smile curved onto Rory's lips. She smoothed her dress, lifted her chin, and walked gracefully toward their table."Good afternoon, everyone," Rory greeted warmly, her voice smooth and captivating.She leaned down slightly and

When Helen finally stepped out of the private dining room, only Rory and Richard remained inside.In an instant, Richard quickly closed the distance between them. He reached for Rory's hands and held them tightly."Rory..." Richard’s voice trembled as he stared into her face. "You have no idea how happy I am right now. I really thought I had lost you forever. I was so terrified when I couldn't reach or speak to you properly again."Rory carefully hid the disgust in her eyes, replacing it with a soft, affectionate gaze. "Richard, why would I disappear? I'm right here. I told you I'd come back.""I want to take you home," Richard said firmly, tightening his grip on her fingers. "Where are you staying these days? And where exactly do you work? From now on, I'll be the one bringing you to work and picking you up every day. I want to make sure you're safe, and I want to see where you work."Rory felt a sharp spike of danger. Richard could not find out about the Dimatrios Mansion or her tru

Rory blinked. "Mrs. Rivaz..." she whispered, as if testing the weight of the name on her tongue."Owned by me," Rue added slowly before finally lowering his head.Rue pressed his lips against Rory's. The initial meeting of their lips was slow and deliberate. Unhurried, yet filled with an intense depth and pressure that made Rory's heart leap in her chest. She could feel the warmth of Rue's skin, the subtle scent of expensive whiskey, and the cool taste of mint blending with his breath.Rory closed her eyes. Her hands, which had been resting passively on his chest, slowly traveled up toward his shoulders and neck, her fingers tangling into the soft hair at the back of his head. Her mind whirred in confusion—she couldn't deny the electrifying current surging through her body. It was a intoxicating mixture of intense craving, hesitation, and a strange sense of protection that no other man had ever made her feel, least of all Richard.Rue tightened his grip around her waist, adjusting his

Amanda quickly pushed Richard into the other room before rushing toward the apartment door. Taking a deep breath to catch her composure, she slowly opened it. Rory stood in the hallway, looking utterly elegant with her head slightly tilted, holding a small paper bag. An awkward smile played on her lips as she gazed at her mother's flustered face. "Mommy," Rory greeted warmly and with concern as she stepped inside. "Why was the door password changed? The old code kept giving me an error. I thought something terrible had happened to you here." Amanda swallowed hard, rapidly coming up with an excuse. "A-Ah, Rory! It’s you... Well, Alana changed it this morning because she was panicked by the news about a burglar in the neighboring building. Besides, you mentioned you wouldn't be coming home for a while, right? That’s why we forgot to tell you." "Is that so?" Rory replied, her eyes sweeping across the living room. She immediately spotted a pair of men's shoes near the entrance and a lu

Richard slowly drank his wine until not a single drop was left. Just a few minutes later, his eyelids began to feel heavy. Leaning against the edge of the bed, he tried to speak and reach out for Rory, but his head ultimately slumped onto the soft pillow, and he fell into a deep, heavy snore.Once she was certain he was completely unconscious, the sweet smile instantly vanished from Rory's face. She retrieved the glass from his hand and set it down on the table.She immediately reached for Richard's phone resting on the nightstand. Using the finger of the fast-asleep man, she quickly unlocked the screen.Rory first opened the messaging app. Her brow furrowed upon seeing that the inbox was impeccably clean—his entire conversation history with Alana was deleted, along with his exchanges with her mother, Amanda. She rolled her eyes quietly.‘Taking extra care not to get caught,’ Rory thought, shaking her head.Next, she opened the main Gallery app. She expected to find evidence of their