All Chapters of Marriage Contract: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gael"How has she been behaving?" I question Ulisses as soon as he enters the office in my house. The man stands upright in front of my desk, places a woman's purse on it, and then positions himself like a soldier in front of me."Very well, Mr. D'Angelo! She hasn't made a single sound.""But have you checked if everything is okay?""I had to open the door a few times to make sure everything was fine.""Okay, Ulisses, you can go now." I observe the man leaving my office, and with a deep breath, I think about Paul's words. His advice mingled with his—the only person who led me into the depths of darkness. Roland D'Angelo, my father. "Love On The Brain" starts playing suddenly, and curious, I open her purse, finding her cellphone. I hold the device and grip it tightly between my fingers when I see it's a call from Dylan Thompson.What the hell does this bastard want with my wife?! I mentally snarl and carefully drop the phone on the tabl

EvyYou must be wondering, why did she do that? Evy, you were one step away from your freedom, about to ruin Gael D'Angelo's life, and yet you backed down? It's quite simple; I can't do it. Not with the father of my children, and especially not with a D'Angelo. If there's one thing I've learned over these months with you, it's that Gael would never pay for his actions behind bars. At the very least, his team of lawyers would get him out in less than twenty-four hours, and then? Then, he would mess with Dylan's life and surely feed on your anger to take away from me my most precious possession.My children.And there's also the fact of watching him completely defenseless in the face of my pregnancy. Seeing him moved by the simple act of touching my belly and feeling the babies move touched me, and made me realize that there's a human being inside that hardened heart. I dreamed so many times of a moment like that that I can't even count on my fingers."I ca

EvyThe days have passed like a breeze here at the mansion. I continue locked in my room doing the work I love or spending a few hours in the garden. Gael has distanced himself a bit, which is perfect for my peace of mind because Dylan has been calling me a few times, allowing me to answer and talk to him without having to confront him. I won't say to you that I don't love him anymore because love isn't something disposable that you accept in your life and discard when it hurts you. He's still a part of me; I feel it every time he enters this room or occasionally speaks sweetly to me. However, I swear that most of the time, I feel like strangling him! I think while tying a bow with the silk ribbon of the long, delicate dress around my belly, and instantly, I look at myself in the mirror to check the result. As expected, near the usual time, my phone starts ringing, and I immediately look at the bedroom door. In a few minutes, Gael and I will leave for an appointment with the

EvyI didn't imagine this day would turn out like this. I had dreams for my first pregnancy, and I never thought I'd be having my children amidst such intense turmoil. I lie on the narrow hospital bed, contemplating as I await the doctor's entrance. Gael stands by the bedside, glued to it. He's silent and still, appearing somewhat contemplative himself. Restless with another contraction, I release a low moan and shift in the bed. The room's door finally opens, and a doctor steps through it."Good morning, Mr. D'Angelo!""Good morning!" Gael immediately rises to greet him."How are you feeling, Miss Dixon?""It's... Dixon. Miss Dixon!" I correct him for the first time. The man looks disconcerted, glancing at Gael and seemingly surprised by my words."Of course! How are you, Miss Dixon?" He asks again."Feeling a lot of pain," I say uncomfortably. "In the next few minutes, we'll conduct some exams, and I need to know how much dilation you've reached. Your doctor is on the way," he infor

GaelEntering the room and finding her asleep in bed greatly calmed my heart. Evy always had this power to bring me peace, make me smile spontaneously, make me say things that I always kept to myself, even though I imposed limits on my words and actions. At the same time, she would throw me into hell when she made me feel things I didn't want to feel. In fact, I couldn't feel. It was something forbidden for me. There was a thin line I should never cross, but I crossed it, and now there's no turning back. I approach the bed calmly with unspoken words screaming inside me. They struggle to come out of my mouth, but at this moment, she won't be able to hear me, not yet. So patiently, I just sit in the armchair beside her bed, hold her hand, and start kissing her gently.I have so many things to tell you, and one of them will surely be my sincere apology. Yes, even if I have to kneel at your feet for it, she needs to forgive me. Then, I'll let that feeling speak louder for me, proclaim how