All Chapters of Contracted Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My heart swells as I stare at him. There is no other response to give the love of my life because I can't imagine life without him either."Yes, Nathan . I'll marry you," I say, a smile spreading across my face. He slips the ring onto my finger and leans down to kiss me passionately. In this beautiful moment, I’m barely aware of Aunt Mary Ann's excitement or our son grinning at me. Everything else blurs as I bask in the joy of this perfect moment.EPILOGUENatalia As I stand at the altar, arm linked with Goerge 's, rush of emotions overwhelms me. My fingers tremble, clutching my bouquet tightly, as my gaze remains fixed on the man who holds my heart, Nathan .Bekah 'swarm smile from the front row brings me comfort, and I exchange a reassuring glance with Aunt Mary Ann. Standing beside Goerge is my uncle, both of them wearing smiles that radiates happiness for Nathan and me. This is the day I've long awaited, and it’s surreal to see my dreams becoming a reality.I can’t forget Matilda

It’s true that betrayal can spark to life a bone-deep hatred of someone. But love and hate aren’t natural opposites that cancel each other out. They can reside within the same heart. Bleed into each other. Become so tightly wound around each other that it becomes impossible to tell which is which.Guess I won’t have the time to sort that mess out.“Good night, Natalia .” His deep, warm voice rumbles through me just before the crack of the hammer against the bullet.Pain spears me through the chest and I go down to the floor. White-hot fire blazes from my ribs to my back and I futilely gasp for air .He stands over me, looking at me the way I imagine he has with the dozens of others he’s killed. Then he lifts his arm and aims at my chest once again to deliver the finishing blow.And he shoots.Nathan Four Months Ago…Death.It surrounds me. It’s in everything that I do. Eating. Breathing. Fucking.I wield it like an extension of me, a scythe that forms another limb.I’ve been given th

To see him naked now, cut up and stitched back together, helpless… He may not have had my love, but he has my fierce loyalty. As does Katy . I will find out who killed him and give them both peace. I look at his gaunt face, cheeks sunk in and lips blue, and can’t find a hint of the life he once had. There’s nothing but a mask that resembles the man he used to be. “Tell me what you found,” I order through gritted teeth. Patterson slips on latex gloves. From a small tray, he grabs a sharp tool and uses it as a pointer. “There are two gunshot wounds. The first is this graze.” He signals to a gash on his left forearm. “The second here”—he indicates the one low on his chest—“is the point of entry for a nine millimeter bullet which was lodged in his spine. It hit him straight on at close range. Being this far down, it makes me believe the person who shot him was either short or had their elbow bent.” “Someone short,” I repeat, my mind flipping through the catalogue of every short fuck I

“Yeah, bitch, take my dick. I’m stretching you so good with my big cock, aren’t I?”Grimacing, I go to the wet bar by the dinette near the stern and pour myself a shot of whiskey.It takes him about thirty seconds to finish. Although it seems like an eternity to me and I’m sure to the poor woman in there with him too. All the while, he demeaned her, called her a whore and a slut because he needed her approval. Validation that he was big enough to make her feel something.I’ve never seen Andre ’s dick. Don’t need to view his prick to know it’s probably proportional to his body size.Because if your dick is big enough, you don’t need to ask a woman if she feels it. In fact, if you’re big enough, she shouldn’t be able to speak, much less answer stupid fucking questions.A few minutes later, a brunette climbs out of the lower deck, wiping white powder from her nose as she shrugs into a thin red sweater. She gives me a weary smile before she grabs her purse from the cushioned benches aroun

“Good,” he said. “We may not be blood, Nathan , but wearefamily. And we do everything to protect the family.”If only his sons were half the man he was, everything would be simpler. I wouldn’t have to step in every time they piss someone off.I wouldn’t be considering removing Andre from his position.My car keys clank loudly when I toss them onto the black granite counter in my kitchen. I push the button on the fireplace mantel that turns it on and pause when I go to sit on my couch.Katy is lying there, sound asleep. I crouch beside her and swipe a lock of her dark hair from her face.“Mother?”She stirs, a soft sob escaping her, but she doesn’t fully wake. The light from the fire catches on her soft features, accentuating the lines created by age, which haven’t managed to dull her beauty.I sigh, hating to see her like this. Frail, broken. Her cheeks streaked with dry tears.It’s too late to take her home now. Besides, I’m not sure if I want her there alone, surrounded by the memor