Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Childhood Best Friend : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The dining room buzzed with quiet conversation as everyone enjoyed the carefully prepared dinner. The air was warm with laughter and the clinking of glasses, but Allison, always one to stir things up, glanced around the table and smirked.“This is getting weird,” she announced, placing her wine glass down. “I only know a few people here. How about some introductions?”There were murmurs of agreement, and Allison took the lead. She lifted her chin, her confident demeanor on full display.“I’m Allison Simeone, CEO of PR Horizon and Isabelle’s boss.” She smirked. “Well, original boss, technically. Since someone else is Isabelle's boss here too.”A man sitting beside her cleared his throat, drawing attention. He had a quiet confidence, polished but not overbearing. “I’m Daniel. Allison’s boyfriend.”There were some surprised glances—mainly because no one expected Allison to bring a date. Isabelle raised a brow at her, but Allison just shrugged as if it were nothing.Next, Ethan spoke up,

Liam stood outside Isabelle’s bedroom door, his hand clenched into a fist as he knocked once again."Isa, please open the door," he called out, but there was no response.He had been trying for an entire day. She hadn't eaten, hadn't drunk water, and hadn't made a single sound. The silence was suffocating, a weight pressing heavily on his chest."Dammit, Isa!" he shouted, banging on the door this time. "Are you trying to kill yourself just because I kept a secret from you? Are you hurting yourself in there? If you don't open this door now, I swear... I'll break this door down"His voice was desperate, raw with frustration and fear. Just as he raised his fist to pound on the door again, it suddenly swung open.Liam took a step back, startled.There she was, standing in the doorway, dressed in a fitted sweater and jeans, her hair tied back neatly. A bag hung from her shoulder, packed for a stay away.Isabelle didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him without a word, brushing

A soft beeping filled the air. Isabelle stirred, her eyelids fluttering as consciousness slowly returned. Her body felt heavy, and for a moment, everything was a blur. A dull ache throbbed in her head, but it wasn’t unbearable—just a lingering reminder of whatever had happened before she blacked out.She inhaled deeply, the sterile scent of antiseptic and hospital linens filling her nostrils. As she blinked, her vision cleared, and she took in the unfamiliar white walls and the IV drip attached to her arm. A hospital?Before she could make sense of it, a voice interrupted her thoughts.“You’re finally awake.”She turned her head slightly and saw Marcus sitting on the couch near the window. He was dressed casually, scrolling through something on his tablet. When he looked up and met her eyes, a smug smile crossed his face.“You slept for an entire day.”Isabelle’s breath hitched. A whole day?That meant she hadn’t seen Liam in two days. Her heart clenched at the thought. He must have b

The soft glow of morning sunlight seeped through the curtains as Isabelle stirred awake, the warmth of Liam’s embrace grounding her. She blinked drowsily, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. For a fleeting moment, all the chaos in her life melted away.“You’re awake,” Liam murmured, his voice still laced with sleep.“Mhm,” she hummed, not wanting to move just yet.Liam shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. “Are you really okay?” His fingers brushed against her cheek. “After everything… I mean all the things that happened after your birthday?”Isabelle nodded, but deep down, she felt uneasy. Richard was unpredictable, and with Marcus involved, she had a feeling things wouldn’t be as simple as just signing divorce papers and moving on. Still, she didn’t want to worry Liam. “I will be. As long as I have you.”Liam exhaled, seeming to relax at her words. “Good. Because I meant what I said—I’ll do everything to protect you.”He pulled her closer. “So, are y

The heavy iron doors of the correctional facility creaked open, allowing Richard Carter to step into the sunlight for the first time in two years and some months. He blinked against the brightness, momentarily stunned by the unfamiliar warmth of the sun against his skin. The stale air of his prison cell was nothing compared to the fresh breeze that greeted him outside. For a moment, he simply stood there, inhaling deeply, letting the reality of his release sink in.A prison officer handed him a small, clear plastic bag containing his few belongings—an old wristwatch, a worn leather wallet, and the clothes he had worn the day he was incarcerated. Richard took them without a word, his jaw tightening as he glanced back at the imposing prison walls one last time.His moment of reflection was interrupted by the sleek black car parked a few feet away. The driver's door swung open, and out stepped Marcus, dressed in his usual tailored suit, exuding an air of confidence and control."Well, we