All Chapters of My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emma Loneliness invaded every corner of that immense house. Even though Ize was by my side, the confirmation that we shared a blood connection only made the loneliness more palpable. Andrew, the man I thought I was beginning to know, had distanced himself since he learned about the pregnancy. I felt lost and abandoned in that place. The news of the pregnancy had changed everything, and not in a way I could have predicted. I gazed at the door of my room, hoping that at any moment he would enter, that he would say anything, but time passed, and he didn't show up. The pain and confusion inside me were almost unbearable. I was about to become a mother, something I never planned, and I felt completely alone. I went to my room and threw myself on the bed, tears streaming down my face. This was the first time in a long time that I had allowed someone to enter so deeply into my life, and the feeling of being rejected was devastating. My eyes fixed on the necklace my mother used to wear. I

EmmaThe music continued playing on the radio, accompanying my thoughts in the darkness of the road. Each kilometer I covered took me further away from the life I had known until now.It was a one-way journey, but I needed to move forward, not just for myself but for the baby growing inside me. It was dawn, and I knew Andrew would soon realize I was missing. I felt fear about what he might do to me, but my survival instinct was stronger than everything else.I grabbed my small backpack from the car and paid the taxi driver, thanking him with a forced smile as I got out. I was in New Jersey.I stopped in front of a hotel, and to be honest, I didn't know anything about this place. The hotel was a solid and well-maintained building with a red brick façade. A lit sign at the entrance announced the establishment's name, "The Starlight Hotel." The entrance had a sliding glass door that opened as I approached, welcoming me.I stood at the hotel counter, about to check in. My mind was filled

EmmaMy head was searching for something to say, but I couldn't find the words at that moment. What would I say to Derick? What if he decided to report me to Andrew? I was lost."What are you doing here, Emma?" he asked."I presume that's really not your concern," I said with a smile."Fair enough. I just asked a question.""I see," I said, holding onto the breakfast tray.I walked toward one of the tables, and the scoundrel followed me and sat next to me. How could I escape this mafioso now? What should I do? He sat in the chair to my right, and I observed him."What do you want, Derick?" I asked. "We're not friends.""Am I bothering you?""I think so.""I don't want to harm you, Emma. I just wanted to ask if you and Andrew have separated. I know how complicated Andrew can be.""No, we're just taking a break, and I left. I beg you, please don't tell him where I am," I pleaded."I won't tell him, dear. Contrary to what you might think, I'm not that bad. Just because I'm a mafioso does

EmmaDerick had left the hotel, and I returned to my lonely room.I was really confident that he wouldn't tell Andrew anything.I lay down on the bed, my thoughts were recurring about Andrew, and Derick's attempt at a kiss. I would never have thought of the possibility of kissing another person, unfortunately, I already knew that my heart belonged to him. Don. And as much as I didn't wish it, we couldn't control our feelings. If there's something in this world that is impossible to control, it's feelings.I didn't consider what we had a passion or love. It was far from that, in fact, he didn't love me, maybe because he wasn't taught to love, or maybe just because he didn't love me at all.And that was okay. It was just a contractual relationship.I needed to get out, sort out my life. I would have a check-up to see how the baby was doing, and buy a new phone. I needed to talk to my father, whether I wanted to or not, I had put my father's life at risk. I knew that keeping him alive was

AndrewOn the way to New Jersey, my heart was torn between fury and concern. Anger pulsed within me because Emma had run away, hadn't told me about her pregnancy, and because of all the confusion we were in. But at the same time, worry and fear for her and our child's health grew with every mile I advanced toward the hotel.I was simultaneously angry and sad. As the driver navigated the road, my mind wandered through thoughts I'd rather not confront. I thought about my real father, the dark history surrounding his past, his unknown identity. Everything I had ever known about my lineage was a big question mark, and the revelation that Emma was my half-sister only further complicated this web of secrets and lies.Emma... her face, her smile, her stubbornness. The woman who challenged me from the beginning and now carried my child in her womb. I wasn't sure what to feel about her. I had used our marriage for my own purposes, but I hadn't planned that, I hadn't planned to fall in love wit