All Chapters of The Contract Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SOIRYE'S P. O. VSENSITIVE WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS 18 YEARS OLD AND ABOVE."WHEN WE LANDED, YOU'LL GONNA BE MRS. IGNACI.”I immediately smiled at the thought. I don't know if this is normal—ang pagpayag na magpakasal sa isang lalaking wala pa nga isang araw kong kilala—at ang kiligin sa isipin na 'yon. There's really something wrong in me, is it?We just finished drinking and right now, we are laying in this cozy bed beside each other. Nasa loob lang kami ng kwarto sa private jet niya pero sa ganda no'n, aakalain ko na nasa loob kami ng isang high-end at luxurious na 5 star hotel. Every detail of the room was intricately flawless. It was as if this entire jet was once owned by a royalty.Mamaya pa, naramdaman ko ang paglapit ni Damon sa akin. Nakatagilid kasi ako at nakatalikod sa kanya. May pagitan din sa amin na kasya pa ang isang tao. Pero sa ginawa niyang paglapit, naramdaman ko na unti-unting sumikip ang paligid. I tried m

SOIRYE'S P. O. V"I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!”Paulit-ulit 'yong tumatakbo sa isip ko habang nanggigigil akong sinusuntok at hinahampas ang unan ko. Unan ko—so basically, I'm back to my very own room. Because just like what Damon said, pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng "kasal" namin ay diniretso niya na akong ihatid sa field kung saan naghihintay ang private jet na ipanghahatid sa akin ni Paulson. Iyon din ang parehong private jet kung saan niya ako isinakay palabas ng bansa.I can't believe I was able to ride on everything Damon wanted overnight! Kabaliwan mang isipin, pero wala na. Nandito na. I was already married with him. With the man I barely know.And after that roller-coaster ride overnight, I'm back again with my usual. Ang kaibahan lang ngayon ay kasal na ako. Pero wala pa rin naman sigurong magbabago dahil as per him, hindi ko pwedeng i-disclose sa ibang tao 'yung naging kasal namin. It was secretive. More like, ginawa lang talaga solely para sa deal na sinabi niya.Pabor

"YOU'RE REALLY AMAZING, MY SOIRYE. YOU NEVER FAILED TO AMUSE AND SATISFY ME.”Damon planted a soft kiss on the side of my forehead as he drew me closer to him. Hindi ko naman magawang sumagot dahil abala ang utak ko sa pagsisisi. Nagsisisi ako sa desisyon ko na nagpadala na naman ako sa mga pang aakit n'ya. I was happy for what we did, yes. Pero naa-anticipate ko na kung ano ang mga susunod na mangyayari; and with that, I was never happy. I will never be."My Soirye…” Hindi pa rin ako sumagot. "I missed this. I missed… you.”I remained silent as I stare at the ceiling of the hotel room where we chose to stay. Hindi ko binigay sa kanya 'yung address ko dahil unang-una, ayokong mabahiran ng kahit anong bakas n'ya ang bahay ko. That was the only safe place I have. That was the only space that remains pure and peaceful. Kung may lugar man na ayokong mabahiran ng magulong sistema ng trabaho at affairs ko, 'yon ay walang iba kundi ang bahay ko. And nor will I let Damon invade that personal

It's been weeks since I first notice those eerie men in black who seem to follow me. And right there and then, I know I have to end this. And I'm more than dedicated to do so. As I adjust the collar of my dress, I could feel the air hung thick with tension. My reflection staring back at me from the mirror. Nakatayo sa likod ko si Kyree. Kahit kalmado s'ya, halatang-halata at ramdam na ramdamnkonpa rin na kinakabahan s'ya. Kahit no'ng ngumiti na s'ya. That didn't change the fact that he's so nervous. Nagmumukha tuloy s'yang naiihing daga."Madam, sure ka na ba rito? Pwede pa naman tayong mag-back out," he asked. Pumipilantik na naman s'ya."Tigilan mo 'ko, Kyree. As if gusto ko rin gawin 'to. To set the records straight, I don't want to do this either. But I have to.” Tinitigan ko s'ya ng matalin sa pamamagitan ng salamin. "Kaya tigilan mo na 'ko sa pag iinarte mo. Let me remind you—here lies your job. It's the only way to catch him. Kaya umayos ka."I know that what my plan was audac

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and the faint, sweet aroma of cinnamon. Damon, his brow furrowed in concentration, carefully arranged the last of the carefully chosen Christmas ornaments on the grand fir that dominated the living room. He glanced at his grandparents, their faces aglow with the warm light of the crackling fireplace. They were smiling, their eyes crinkled with genuine joy, their hands clasped together in a gesture of contentment. He felt a surge of relief wash over him. He had done it. He had convinced them.Three days ago, when they had arrived at their cozy cabin nestled amidst the snow-dusted pines, Damon had been met with a wave of apprehension. His grandparents, with their old-fashioned ways and unwavering belief in the sanctity of tradition, had been hesitant about their grandson’s unconventional lifestyle. They had raised an eyebrow at his choice of career, his penchant for traveling, and his unconventional living arrangements.Damon, however, h