20 days Contract With my Father-in-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

THREE months passed quickly. Adeline was now three months pregnant, and her face glowed even brighter with the unique radiance and beauty of motherhood. But today was not just an ordinary day in the Mountain Province—it was their wedding day.The whole place was buzzing with activity. Dr. Samantha, who had arrived on a private helicopter from the City three days ago, was acting as the main organizer and taking care of the final preparation details. Although they were deeply saddened that Sarah couldn't come home from abroad to be the maid of honor due to an abrupt work obligation, Samantha wholeheartedly stepped in to take her place. Samantha also hired a makeup artist for Adeline, who was sitting in front of the mirror."Sam, isn't this a bit too much?" Adeline quietly complained while staring at the mirror, wearing an expensive designer wedding gown made of fine pure silk, hand-embroidered with thousands of crystals and pearls, with a long train trailing on the floor."You really ar

For five months, I couldn't get over that man. His face, his eyes filled with compassion, the warm way he held Mom's rough and dirty hand, and his soft voice—played repeatedly in my mind every night before I fell asleep.Yet I forced myself to hide all of it. Not even a bit did I let Mom notice that something was already stirring in my heart. I didn't want her to worry or think that I was starting to take an interest in men. I knew how grand Mom's dream was for me."I want you to become a nurse, Sarah," Mom would whisper to me with complete conviction while we lay on our sleeping mat."I want to see you dressed in white, helping the sick, and respected by people. I don't want you to end up like me."Whenever I heard that, I would just smile while my heart ached. A nurse? I had no idea how I could make that happen. Given our difficult life in San Isidro, when we computed our earnings from doing laundry, selling vegetables, and my small wage as a server at an eatery, the money coming in

WHEN I finally stepped out of the passenger vehicle, I was immediately greeted by the harsh climate of Russia. The freezing wind was nothing like the air back in the Philippines—it felt like thousands of tiny, sharp icy daggers stabbing my skin simultaneously and piercing deep into my lungs. With every breath I took, a thick mist floated from my mouth into the air.I paused in my tracks as I looked up to take in our surroundings.The mansion was massive. If Bernard’s family mansion in the Philippines was already big and overwhelming, the structure standing in front of me now seemed double or even triple its size in grandness and expanse. But then again, we were in Russia—in the middle of a secluded, exclusive, and vast private estate.The mansion was constructed from dark gray stone with soaring architecture reminiscent of an ancient castle. It was surrounded by an immense yard that, at this hour, was completely blanketed in thick, pure white snow. On both sides stood tall pine trees

She locked herself in her room for an hour, and when she walked down to the West Wing, Madame Lira was standing near the grand staircase, accompanied by two of her personal aides."Sarah!" the elderly woman called out, walking quickly toward her."I heard from Nikolai what happened earlier. Did he speak harshly to you again?"Sarah bowed slightly out of respect. "A little, Madame Lira. But please don't worry. I have already explained his food and medication to him."Madame Lira stared at Sarah. "Nikolai told me that you talked back to my grandson?" the matriarch spoke softly, a mixture of shock and bitterness in her voice."He said you told him he was acting like a beast?""I apologize if my words were too harsh, Madame. But in my opinion, Sir Alexander doesn't need someone who will fear or pity him. What he needs is someone who will treat him as a person who still has the capacity to fight back and pull himself together. If we keep allowing everyone to be afraid of him, he will only

A deafening silence reigned inside Madame Lira's formal and vast office. Only the crackling wood from the fireplace mixed with the cold air seeping through the thick glass window.In the middle of the room, Sarah sat quietly. She had changed into a clean uniform, but her disheveled hair and the subtle weakness in her posture couldn't hide the tragedy that had nearly unfolded at Alexander’s hands. Despite this, her face was like carved stone—no trace of tears, no trembling lips, and not a single shred of fear.Seated across from her was the matriarch of the Montenegro estate. Madame Lira adjusted her reading glasses before slowly sliding a thick legal document across the polished table, alongside a black fountain pen. Standing beside the matriarch was Nikolai, formal, erect, his unblinking eyes fixed on the two women."I want you to read this carefully, Sarah," Madame Lira said in a low, serious voice."I want everything to be crystal clear between us before you put your signature on t