The Contracted Billionaire Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I sat on my bed, feeling a bit calmer than I had been in days, but Miguel still lingered in my mind. Questions swirled around, refusing to settle. How did he find out about me? About the deal I had with the Dela Cruz family? And what did he really want from me? Mr. Dela Cruz's warning replayed in my head, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper at play here. I was in the middle of all these thoughts when a sudden knock on the door jolted me out of my haze.Before I could ask who it was, I heard Alice's voice from the other side. "It's me."I paused for a second, reluctant to let her in. What did she want now? I wondered if she was still suspicious of me, if she was up to something. But after a moment of hesitation, I walked over and opened the door, keeping my face as neutral as possible. If she was here to fish for information, I would have to play it smart.Alice stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on me. S

That night, sleep didn't come easily. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with Miguel. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he touched me, the way his lips felt against mine. It was like a pull I couldn't resist, even though I knew I had to. "Andrea, don't be stupid," I muttered to myself, turning over to my side. "He's way out of your league. He'll destroy everything." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the thoughts of Miguel. But they kept creeping back in. His voice, his eyes, the way he looked at me like he saw right through the act I was putting on. It was dangerous. I couldn't afford to think about him. Not with everything else hanging over me. The next day, I woke up feeling exhausted, but I knew I couldn't stay hidden forever. I got dressed, forcing myself to act like everything was fine. But then, one of the maids came to tell me that Mr. Dela Cruz was calling me to the living room. My stomach twisted into knots as I made my way downstair

The next morning came faster than I expected. As I got dressed, my mind was racing with thoughts about what Miguel might say or do. Would he still help me after everything? I knew I had to tell him the truth. There was no other way.As I descended the stairs, I saw Alice seated in the living room. I knew she was waiting for an opportunity to get under my skin, and today, I decided I wouldn't let her. She wasn't going to get away with it this time. Just as I reached the door, I heard her voice."Make sure you go with extra makeup today," she said with a snide smile. "The last time you looked like it wasn't a good ending."Her words were meant to sting, but instead of walking away, I stopped. I turned back, walking slowly towards her, a smirk forming on my face. She thought she could rattle me, but today, I was ready to put her in her place."If you had been a reasonable daughter—helpful, like a proper member of this family—they wouldn't have needed me," I said, my voice calm but cu

The day of the press conference had finally arrived, and I felt my nerves buzzing from the moment I woke up. The whole mansion seemed charged with the same energy—everyone moving around, giving quick instructions, and offering their best wishes. But nothing could settle the nervous storm brewing inside me.As I dressed, I glanced in the mirror, adjusting my makeup and pressing down the edges of my carefully applied wig. I'd put extra effort into looking like Carmen today, knowing that the cameras would pick up on every small detail. Every movement, every blink, every slight expression—they would be studying it all."Focus, Andrea," I muttered to myself. "You're Carmen today. Carmen is confident. Carmen knows what she's doing."Taking a deep breath, I headed down the grand staircase to the main hall, where Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz were waiting for me. Mrs. Dela Cruz looked up, giving me an encouraging smile as I reached the bottom step. She straightened the collar of my blazer and n

My heart pounded as I stared at the document, my hands trembling as I tried to process the words on the page. Adopted? The word itself felt foreign, unreal, like something that couldn't possibly be connected to me. I'd spent my whole life thinking my parents were mine by blood. How could this possibly be true?"Aunty, what is this?" I managed to choke out, my voice shaking as tears started to blur my vision. I felt like my world was splintering right in front of me, the life I thought I'd known slipping through my fingers.She looked at me with a mixture of sorrow and something I couldn't quite understand—maybe relief? Guilt? "Andrea…" she began softly, her voice laced with a pain I'd never noticed before. "Please understand, I didn't want to keep this from you. Your parents… they never wanted you to know. They wanted you to have a normal life.""A normal life?" I echoed, my voice rising in disbelief. "A life built on lies?"Mrs. Dela Cruz, who had been silent until now, finally