All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Babies Secret Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A peculiar sense of renewal filled her, though it intermingled with the dread of permanence. Daniel was gone. He was no longer in the position to hurt her, menace her, or disrupt her day-to-day existence. But at what price? She had crossed a line, one that could be unsaid but had been said. And that line weighed heavily on her. This was the first time in several days, sleep found her without effort. Beneath the eyelids of darkness- guilt had ceased to exist and there were no agonizing nightmares, pure fatigue devoid of images filled her instead. Time passed by, and at last, Bella’s life started feeling somewhat in control. Fred had no clue about any of it, and Linda had not mentioned Daniel again from the time of that awful night. Bella was in the clear, or so she believed. One evening, when she got back, she noticed an envelope addressed to her on the doorstep. She looked around, her heart racing as she moved her hand to grab it. There was no name, no return address, and no postmar

The picture’s borders were crumpling in the face of her tightening hold, still, she couldn't release it. Her head was a tumult of thoughts as she went through every utterance the man-made, in her mind, that was, even those with hidden meanings and threats. This was not merely some alien out to settle old scores. They were a set of individuals, well connected and with resources ready to threaten her. A feeling of nausea began to creep in on her: they had planned on turning her into a tool. They were not just seeking to extort her or reveal her misdeeds. No, they wanted her for them, in a wretched way that involved her doing unimaginable things under their direction. It was all in that man’s voice and that unsettling poise he held. She was no longer any person with options, existence, or hope for a tomorrow thanks to her actions. She was just a piece in their game. The atmosphere was heavy and suffocating, weighing down on her like water while she might be submerged underwater. Bella m

The next evening, Bella was ready to meet Viktor for the first time. This morning she had received a coded message, instructing her to an unknown destination: a members-only club situated somewhere in the upper-class part of the city. It barred entry to all and sundry and only the affluent and influential were permitted inside. She chose her outfit carefully, opting for an elegant but simple black dress that allowed her to move, braid neatly tucked under her chin, ready to pull off the look of someone who would walk into the place and fit right in. The moment she stepped foot inside the club, she sensed that most of the clientele was staring at her and assessing her presence. The place was foggy with the aroma of expensive perfume and cigars along with a distant rivalry of quiet voices. Her eyes searched the bar section, her pulse quickening until it landed on a man at the bar: a tall, well-built gentleman in the finest of suits, with strong jawlines. Sharp pale eyes were looking at h

Her mother was excited and for Bella, it was impossible not to be reminiscent of an ember of hope. Maybe her mother was indeed right; this could be the turn of events she had always wished for. But once she walked into the living room and spotted him, the tautness around his lips made her realize that this was not going to be as she had anticipated. There was no beating around the bush for Fred. “Bella,” he said, this time in a serious voice that left no room for argument, “I’m sorry to say this but I expect you to keep your distance from Zara.” Bella blinked, uncomprehending. “But you don’t even love her,” she said, a hint of hysteria creeping into her whisper. Fred closed his eyes in frustration. “I don’t love her, but that does not give you the right to treat her like scum, Bella. Regardless, she’s still my wife in the eyes of the law.” Bella rolled her eyes. “Not for long,” she said defiantly meeting his stare, a smirk playing on her mouth. Fred turned, casting a hard glance

He said goodbye and hung up, leaving Bella in the seemingly endless quiet of her room. She gawked at her phone. Beating heart, spinning brain. How did things become so bad in her life? How could a fierce and determined woman like her be reduced to a marionette who is danced by a sadistic man who fed on her anguish? She fell in a heap at the foot of the bed and buried her face in her palms. Fred was in trouble because of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t even reach out to him; she couldn’t even counsel him without bringing Daniel’s fury down on her. The powerlessness, the horror—it was too much. A moment later, she lowered her head again, and then, something resolute seemed to incubate in her eyes, freezing the blood. No longer would she be a piece on Daniel’s chessboard, would he dictate her life? She could not approach Fred, nor sacrifice his safety, yet there was no need to remain a mere spectator in Daniel’s play. There had to be a way to overreach Da