Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Childhood Best Friend : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Isabelle stepped into Polaris Tech that morning, knowing it would be her last. A strange sense of relief mixed with an unsettling weight sat in her chest. She had counted the days until this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unfinished.Shaking the thought away, she made her way to her office for the final time. Her desk, once covered in reports and proposals, was now nearly empty. Only her laptop remained, along with a printed report detailing all she had accomplished during her stay at Polaris Tech. It was a summary of her work, her last official duty before walking away.She read through it one last time, ensuring everything was in order. The university partnerships, the PR strategies, the crisis management—all laid out for Marcus to see. Proof that she had done her job and was ready to leave.With a satisfied nod, she sent the digital copy to his email and placed the printed version in a folder. Then, she took a deep breath and sto

Isabelle walked down the stairs, the familiar quiet greeting her, but the air felt heavy. It was strange—Liam had left earlier to get her car, but now, hours later, he still hadn’t come home. She rubbed her temples, her mind racing. She was worried. The events of the day, the confrontation with Marcus, and most of all, the look on Liam's face when he had seen them together—it played over and over again in her head. The anger. The betrayal. The hurt in his eyes. She let out a long sigh and walked over to the couch, sinking into it as her fingers nervously tapped against the armrest. She couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at her insides. Had she made the wrong decision by not pushing Marcus away sooner? Should she have told Liam everything before the kiss? A deep breath left her chest as she stared blankly at the wall. She was torn between wanting to reach out to him and not knowing how. What if he didn’t want to hear from her? What if he’d already made up his mind? She

The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit with soft golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the tables. A subtle hum of conversation surrounded them, the clinking of silverware against porcelain filling the gaps of silence between them.But despite the elegance of the setting, Isabelle couldn’t focus on anything.Her grip on her phone tightened under the table as she stared at her barely touched plate of food. Her mind was elsewhere—on Marcus’s text, on the video attached, on the way her heart pounded in panic.She could feel Liam’s gaze on her, sharp and assessing. He had been watching her from the moment they sat down, and she knew he had noticed her unease.“Isa, are you okay?” His deep voice cut through her thoughts.She lifted her head, plastering on a small smile. “Yeah, just… uhm, feeling a bit uneasy. I've not eaten out in a long time.”Liam didn’t look convinced. His blue eyes lingered on her, unreadable, before he gave a slow nod. “Alright. We can do more of this then, so you

Frank stood outside the rundown office building, his hands in his pockets as he exhaled sharply. The detective had called Liam earlier, saying he had something important—something big to tell him and Liam sent him instead because he was busy.Frank didn’t like the sound of that. He knew it'd be some uncomfortable news. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The air was thick with dust and the smell of old coffee, and stacks of paper were piled haphazardly on every surface. The detective sat in the middle of the mess, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes into a leather-bound journal.“You’re late,” Detective Hale muttered, barely looking up as Frank entered.Frank shut the door behind him, ignoring the comment. “We're busy people, My boss and I. I heard you found something important.”The detective finally set his pen down and smirked. “Oh, I found more than something.”Frank took a step closer as the detective tossed a thick folder onto the

Isabelle sat behind the wheel of her car, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The conversation with her father lingered in her mind, unsettling her more than she wanted to admit."How much do you trust Liam Anderson?"She had answered without hesitation—of course, she trusted Liam. But the way her father had smiled afterward, like he knew something she didn’t, like there was something she needed to find out quickly, sent an eerie chill down her spine.Shaking off the feeling, she started the car and pulled out of the nursing home parking lot.Liam had been acting strange lately, distant even, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. He had refused to accompany her today, brushing it off with the excuse of being busy, but Isabelle knew better.Something was off.Liam wasn't the kind of man that would say no to her request, especially when it comes to being together.Her first instinct was to go home and wait for Liam, but she knew that sitting alone with her thoughts