All Chapters of The contract wife secret twins : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The news spread quickly.Lisa watched it unfold on the television in the cottage living room, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long gone cold. The screen showed the Bennett family being escorted from their estate in handcuffs—Richard Bennett's face twisted with rage, Eleanor's expression frozen in disbelief.The anchors spoke in hushed, dramatic tones. Fraud. Money laundering. Conspiracy. The Bennett empire was crumbling in real-time.Lisa felt nothing.No satisfaction. No triumph. Just a hollow, exhausted relief that the nightmare was finally ending.Kilan sat beside her, his arm draped across the back of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the screen. He'd been quiet all morning, processing the news in his own way."It's really over," Lisa said finally.He turned to look at her, his gray eyes soft. "It's over."She set down the tea and leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder."I thought I'd feel different," she admitted. "I thought I'd feel... something. Joy. Relief.

The security team arrived at dawn.Lisa watched from the window as three black SUVs pulled into the cottage driveway. Men in dark suits emerged, their movements efficient, their faces expressionless. They surveyed the property with practiced eyes, speaking into earpieces in clipped, professional tones.Kilan appeared beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back."Don't worry," he said. "They're the best. I handpicked them myself."Lisa pressed her forehead against the cool glass. "It feels like we're prisoners in our own home.""We're not prisoners. We're protected. There's a difference."She turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "What about the twins? How do we explain this to them?""We tell them the truth. That there are people who want to hurt us, and these men are here to keep us safe. Children are resilient. They'll understand."Lisa hoped he was right.The twins took the news better than she expected.Nora studied the security guards with wide-eyed fascination. "

The name Gregory Vance became a specter that haunted Lisa's every waking moment.She saw him in the faces of strangers on the street. She heard his name in the whisper of the wind. She felt his presence in the shadows that stretched across her life.The security team worked around the clock, tracking leads, following paper trails, trying to find any trace of the man who wanted to destroy her family. But Vance was careful. Methodical. He'd learned from the Bennetts' mistakes and had gone deeper underground than anyone anticipated.Lisa threw herself into the foundation, trying to drown her fear in purpose. She helped women rebuild their lives, listened to their stories, held their hands. But even in the midst of helping others, she couldn't escape the gnawing anxiety that coiled in her chest.Kilan noticed."You're burning out," he said one evening, finding her in her office at midnight. "You need to rest.""I can't rest. Not while he's out there.""Running yourself into the ground won

Lisa's hand froze on the doorframe.The room was cold, the moonlight casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Sophia stood by the fireplace, her thin frame trembling, her eyes hollow with something that looked like regret."I'm not here to hurt you," Sophia repeated, her voice cracking. "I swear."Lisa's heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear. "Then why are you here? How did you get out of prison?""A lawyer. A former associate of my father's. He arranged a temporary release for medical reasons." Sophia laughed bitterly. "I'm dying, Lisa. Cancer. Stage four. I have months left."The words hit Lisa like a physical blow.She stared at Sophia, searching for any sign of deception. All she saw was exhaustion. Defeat. The hollow shell of the woman who had once been so full of venom."I don't believe you," Lisa said, but her voice wavered.Sophia pulled up her sleeve, revealing the bruises and needle marks on her thin arm. "I've been in the hospital for weeks. Chemotherapy. It's n

The grief settled into Lisa's bones like a cold that wouldn't fade.She went through the motions of daily life—the bakery, the foundation, the children—but everything felt distant, muted, as if she were watching her own life through frosted glass. The revelation about her parents had cracked something inside her, something she wasn't sure would ever fully heal.Kilan watched her with growing concern.She'd stopped eating properly. She'd stopped sleeping. She'd stopped laughing, her smile replaced by a distant, haunted expression that made his heart ache."Lisa," he said one evening, finding her on the porch, staring blankly at the ocean. "You need to eat something.""I'm not hungry.""You haven't been hungry for days."She turned to look at him, her eyes hollow. "I just can't stop thinking about them. About my parents. About how they died alone. About how I never got to say goodbye."Kilan knelt beside her chair, taking her cold hands in his."I know it hurts. I know it feels like you