All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S CONTRACT BRIDE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The gathered press corps seemed to sense the shift in the air as well. Their shouted questions died down to an uneasy murmur of confusion and speculation between the Montgomery family, which stood like a united front of seething hatred, and the Glovers. Their eyes bore into Serena with an intensity that could melt steel. Alex, his father Vaughn, his mother Sylvia, and a veritable army of aunts, uncles, and cousins formed a wall of barely contained rage. Even Kayla’s father, Governor Glover known for his cool demeanor in the face of political crises, looked ready to spit nails. He stood stiffly beside his new wife - a woman young enough to be his daughter with a face that owed more to skilled surgeons than genetics. The governor's second daughter, Kayla’s little sister hovered nearby, her own children fidgeting in their somber black attire while her husband tried to keep them quiet. The atmosphere was saturated with a powder keg of emotions, ready to explode at the slight

"How dare you refuse to let me in!" a woman screeched from somewhere near the entrance. Do you imbeciles have any idea who I am? Have you peons so quickly forgotten that no one—absolutely no one—stops me at any establishments under Gaard Corp?" Her voice rose in pitch with each word.Serena felt irritation coursing through her veins. She knew that voice. Oh, how she knew it. The voice had haunted her for years, dripping with false sweetness in public but vicious and cruel when they were alone. It was a voice she always hoped never to hear again.The spa's manager could be heard trying to placate her in an anxious voice."Please, madam," he pleaded, "I assure you, it's not that we don't recognize you. It's just that we have some very important guests at the moment, and we simply cannot risk offending them. If you could perhaps come back later-""Come back later?" the woman shrieked, cutting him off. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I don't come back 'later'. I go wher

The long convoy of expensive luxury cars pulled up smoothly in front of the sprawling villa estate. Killian was the first to emerge from their vehicle. Next out was the towering figure of Seven. His impeccable suit didn't have a single wrinkle despite the long drive. As was his customary ritual, Seven offered his arm gentlemanly to help Serena out. But Serena wasn't having any of it. She angrily swatted Seven's hand away and stomped past towards the villa's entrance. Her pumps clacked furiously against the marbled floors, echoing in the quiet evening air. Seven and Killian exchanged worried glances as they watched her go. Serena shoved through the massive double doors of the villa, startling a maid who was dusting nearby. She made a beeline straight for the luxurious guest quarters where her father was temporarily staying. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, hurt, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal. President Bolting was lounging on th

Knox's jaw tightened as Serena raged at him. Her accusations were like knives twisting in his heart and puncturing the armor he usually wore. He felt his restraint rapidly wearing thin when she advanced on him with fists balled and the towel threatening to come loose from her body. His eyes burned with a combination of desire and barely-restrained dominance.Knox closed the distance between them and captured her throat in his large hands before slamming her back against the wall. Although the force wasn't enough to cause her immense pain, it still knocked the breath from her lungs in a harsh wheeze.He had moved so fast that Serena was startled to suddenly find his livid masked face mere inches from her own, their noses almost touching, and a sharp pain shooting through her back from the impact. "Enough!" Knox growled again, his voice low yet deadly with a want he could no longer deny.His eyes burned with an intensity that made her instinctively shrink back against the u

"Forgive me for last night," Knox rasped. His deep baritone usually rough around the edges, was laced with an unfamiliar tenderness. He placed a feather-light kiss against Serena’s disheveled tresses, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent. "I lost myself when you hurled those accusations at me, love."Serena remained utterly silent, her mind struggling to catch up with her battered body. She processed his gravelly words through the hazy fog of residual newfound shyness that felt utterly foreign to her usually fiery nature. ‘Last night...it really happened, didn’t it?’ She wasn't merely imagining the wild, passionate lovemaking that had left her body deliciously sore and aching all over, was she? The vivid memories played like an erotic film reel in her mind. Each scorching touch, each groan and gasp seared into her memory.The vindictive part of her wounded side that still simmered with quiet fury wanted to lash out once more - to make him hurt as much as she did in that