All Chapters of My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

POV EmmaI could honestly say that I never imagined so many twists and turns in my life. My mother's arrival was one of them. I don't know if my father knew the truth, but this was something they had to sort out between themselves.After dinner, I lay back in bed, the pregnancy was beginning to weigh on me, and I was feeling a little hard. But I knew that this child was a warrior from the womb. Just by going through so much and staying well.I heard footsteps, and the door slowly opened, piercing blue eyes staring at me in silence.“Did you talk to her?” I said to my mother.“Yes.” That's all she said.“You annoy me with your monosyllabic answers.” I rolled my eyes.“There were so many topics in this conversation. My adoptive parents are Chiara and Matteo Romano, whose names I've never seen, they were friends of my adoptive parents. And when she died in childbirth, and my father ran away due to external consequences, they adopted me. “Wow, Andrew, that's heavy.” I put my hand on his

Emma's POV I'd always wanted to know more about my childhood with my mother, and having her here to tell me about it was wonderful. My mother sat down next to me while she braided my hair - for some it was a simple thing, for me it was something important. "Your father and I talked," she said. “And what did you talk about?” I asked curiously. “We talked about everything, I told him the whole truth. And he didn't understand at first, you know how your father is, daughter.” “You'll get along, my father is trying to be a better person,” I smiled. “I'm so happy to have you, daughter.” He hugged me. “Me too,” I smiled. “This amulet, it was yours, do you remember?” I showed her the necklace around my neck. “Of course I remember, dear. I left it with you when you were still a little girl. I love you, Emma. “Mum too. She finished braiding my hair and I decided to talk more. We went out into the garden to enjoy the beautiful day, I needed the vitamins that only the sun provides.My b

Emma POVFour months later.“You don't have to run, we're at the mall, not the Formula 1 race,” I say to Ize, who's standing in front of me.“I was trying to find the pharmacy,” she rolls her eyes.After we've walked around the mall a bit more, she finds the pharmacy. My giant belly is almost unbearable to bear. After Ize's wedding, she decided that she would stay with us in the mansion, at least until our son was born, she wanted to be part of the birth of her nephew or niece. As the mansion was huge, I was very happy. I loved her presence. My mother wasn't going to stay there, but she always visited us. She got along with my father, and they're living together in our house, Andrew paid off the mortgage as a present for me. I was immensely happy. It was one of the things I thought would never be possible.We were at the mall looking at clothes for the baby, most of the outfits were unisex since we didn't know the sex yet. And of course, the wardrobe was always behind us.“What do

POV EmmaThe wedding preparations were driving me crazy. There were so many things to sort out, the venue, the dress and a thousand other things that I couldn't even measure. On top of that, I was the mother of a baby, and now I had the responsibility for the NGO. But I didn't complain, I liked being busy. It occupied my mind. Liam, now four months old, continued to bring me joy every minute. Everything was amazing to me again. His eyes identical to his father's, his huge smile, he was a baby who brought so much light into our lives. I was completely happy with this new phase. I was trying on the dress, I was going to buy it in the same place I bought my first one. We weren't going to call many people, just family members and some of Andrew's mafia friends. “This dress is perfect on you!” Ize smiled, looking at the dress.I looked at myself in the mirror. My emotions were running high, I was finally going to get married, the first marriage couldn't count as real, because it wasn

POV EmmaOne hour, ten minutes, and twenty seconds.That's exactly how long it was until I walked down the aisle, and my heart was racing faster than ever. The make-up artist finished making the final adjustments to my make-up and hair. Then the seamstress makes the final adjustments to the wedding dress.When everything is ready, I turn around and look at myself in the mirror, I look beautiful, holding back the tears from falling from my eyes.My make-up was basic, but it completely highlighted my beauty. My hair was tied up in an elegant updo.“Here you are, the most beautiful bride I've ever seen in my life,” my father said as he entered the room.His eyes were watery, and although he hadn't agreed one hundred percent with my marriage to Andrew, he was thrilled. My father still felt guilty about everything he had put me through.“Dad,” I smiled, “I can't believe you're here.It was going to be one of the happiest days of my life. I would truly be united with Andrew, the vows would