All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S CONTRACT BRIDE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The sun was high in the cloudless blue sky, casting its unforgiving rays on the sprawling estate that stretched as far as the eye could see. Serena found herself in a state of utter exhaustion. Her body had been pushed to its limits by the unexpected rigors of what she had naively assumed would be a simple stroll.She squatted down, her hands gripping her knees intensely as she struggled to catch her breath. Each inhalation felt like fire in her lungs, reminding her of just how unprepared she had been for the sheer scale of the estate grounds. Sweat beaded on her brow, trickling down her temples and leaving salty trails on her flushed cheeks. Her once-clean outfit now clung to her body, damp with perspiration and sprinkled with dust from their lengthy trek.A diverse crowd of others surrounded her, observing her condition with differing degrees of amusement and concern. Lara, the maid personally assigned by Meredith to attend to Serena's every whim, stood nearby. Her neat uniform

Serena continued to lash out at Mia with a feral growl that would have made a lioness proud. Her fingers tangled in the latter's hair, yanking viciously and eliciting a shriek of pain while her other hand connected with Mia's face in a resounding slap. The sound echoed throughout the estate. Nails raked across soft skin as both women wrestled and tussled on the ground in a flurry of limbs and dust kicking up around them."You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place? Like you can take what’s mine?" Serena screamed, punctuating each word with a blow. "He's my husband, you backstabbing witch!"Mia fought back with everything she had, but her pampered muscles were no match for Serena's raw strength and determination. "He was mine first!" Mia shrieked back with pain and anger. "You're just a replacement, a consolation prize!"The bodyguards surrounding them stood tensed, ready to intervene and pull the brawling women apart when the fight didn’t look like

Knox practically flew back to the villa. His long, powerful strides devouring the distance in a fraction of the time it would have taken Serena. She was utterly stunned by their blistering pace, not even realizing how rapidly they moved until the villa staff were bowing and greeting Knox with utmost respect. Serena barely registered their presence, her senses overwhelmed by the thick, musky pheromones rolling off her husband in intoxicating waves. The potent, utterly masculine scent meant only one thing - and she felt a rush of heat flood her core as shameless desire pooled between her thighs in a slick, aching need. Seeing his fierce little mate take down Mia earlier had aroused Knox to lust-hazed heights he could hardly control. The way Serena crouched over the Mia in a combative stance, the way her eyes blazed with intensity and rage radiating off her petit form...if they hadn't had spectators, he would have bent her over the nearest surface without preamble and taken

Meredith and Enzo had returned to their sprawling estate after dealing with the dramatic events from earlier that evening. She was lounging with her head resting comfortably in her husband, Enzo's lap, letting the tension slowly bleed from her lithe frame, when a sudden, insistent psychic tug swelled within her mind. She instantly jolted upright, recognizing the familiar sensation of Knox's desperate cry for help, and vanished in a swirl of shadows without a second's hesitation. Meredith rematerialized in the bedroom of Knox and Serena's private villa, and was greeted by a scene that was at once hauntingly familiar yet utterly petrifying. Her grandson had clearly lost himself completely to his feral instincts and urges. Poor Serena looked like she was barely clinging to consciousness, her body wracked by tremors as Knox ravaged her mercilessly. Meredith didn't even have a chance to react before another thunderous roar ripped from Knox's chest. He threw his head bac

~It was finally time for the mating ceremony~A small crowd gathered in an open space carved out on one side of the extensive estate.It was like a little grassy meadow, surrounded by tall evergreen trees that provided dappled shade and a sense of seclusion from the outside world.Strings of twinkling fairy lights were draped artfully between the branches, illuminating a warm, romantic glow over the area and creating an almost ethereal ambiance.At the center was a raised platform made of polished cedar wood, with an archway covered in lush vines and an assortment of vibrant wildflowers standing front and center as the focal point.Despite the picturesque, dreamlike setting that seemed plucked straight from the pages of a fairy tale, the atmosphere was anything but celebratory.A gloomy, oppressive pall seemed to hang heavy over the gathering. The usual excitement and joy one would expect from such an occasion was notably absent.Serena was nowhere to be found, and neither was Knox for