All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Childhood Best Friend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liam’s car screeched to a halt outside the desolate location Detective Walker had directed him to. The air was tense, the street eerily quiet except for murmurs of the policemen who looked confused there. Liam stormed out of his car, his eyes darting around for any sign of Isabelle.Detective Walker approached him, his expression grim. “We’ve searched the area thoroughly, Mr. Anderson. There’s no sign of her here.”Liam clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. “What do you mean by there's no sign of her? This is an abandoned and desolate area! Have you checked every corner? You said the driver said he dropped her here! So why isn't she here? You’re just not looking hard enough!”“Calm down!” Walker said firmly. “We’ll find her, but you have to let us do our job. Remember that she's not the only one missing, Mr Ethan Evans is missing too and Peter Crane probably captured both of them. If you keep letting all your emotions in like this, it'll be hard for the policemen here

Liam sat slumped in a hard plastic chair, his hands clasped tightly as he stared at the surgery room doors. Every time a nurse walked in or out, his head jerked up, his heart clinging to the faint hope of good news. But the silence was deafening, and the weight of the uncertainty crushed him.He heard the sound of wheels squeaking against the tiled floor and looked up. Ethan was being pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse, his face pale but determined.“Liam,” Ethan said as the nurse stopped beside him. “What’s happening? How’s Isabelle?”Liam sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “She’s still in there. They haven’t said anything yet.”“That bastard eventually hurt her. How did it even happen?” Ethan said, clenching his fists in anger.“He knew he was already screwed up and would eventually be caught by the police. He wanted to kill her anyway, according to him, he didn't want anyone to have her. That bastard.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What about Peter? Did they get him? Don

The house was warm and lively as Frank parked the car and helped Isabelle out. She felt a mix of emotions—relief to be back home and unease at what awaited her. Her body was still weak, but the week of recovery had helped her regain some strength.Inside the house, Mary Jane and Mrs. Aldric stood waiting in the living room. As soon as Isabelle stepped in, they rushed toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace.“Isabelle!” Mary Jane exclaimed, tears brimming in her eyes. “I was so worried. Thank God you’re okay.”“We’ve been praying for you, dear,” Mrs. Aldric added, her voice trembling. “You’ve been through so much.”Isabelle hugged them both, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Both of you are here. I missed you so much, you didn't have to come, Mrs Aldric.” she said, her voice breaking.“Huh? You were hospitalized. How could I not come?” Mrs Aldric said, patting her back lovingly.Mary Jane pulled back and smiled warmly. “Come in, sit down. You need to rest.”Isabelle looked around

Isabelle paced her room, clutching the folder Estella had found. Her thoughts raced, fear gripping at every part of her body. She knew the kind of person Estella's mother was, and Estella would have surely informed her mother about the marriage contract. “What if she tells the world?” she muttered, her voice trembling.Liam sat on the couch in her room and watched her pace the room impatiently. “Isabelle,” he said firmly, standing up and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’ll handle this. You stay here and let me take care of it.”Her brows furrowed as she looked at him. “Liam, this is serious. If this gets out, your reputation will be in danger. You know well about what we face because of what happened at our wedding ceremony, if that repeats itself especially at a crucial time when Anderson Corp has a big project going on, it won't be good at all.”“It won’t get out,” Liam interrupted, his voice calm but determined. “I promise you, Estella won’t get the chance to talk. J

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Isabelle stood by the door, watching Mrs. Aldric prepare to leave.“Stay back and rest today, Isabelle,” Mrs. Aldric urged, her tone firm. “You’ve been through so much, you just got here yesterday also, you must be tired. The restaurant can manage without you. I have an helper that'll clock in once it's afternoon.”Isabelle shook her head with a faint smile. “I appreciate the concern, Mrs. Aldric, but staying idle won’t help me. Let me come with you. It'll just like old times, plus I need to see how your restuarant looks like now and see some familiar faces that I've not seen in a long time too.”Mrs. Aldric sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with her and stop her. “Alright, but take it easy. Your body is still healing up from your last accident.”---The restaurant was bustling as usual, with the scent of freshly cooked soup and other delicious food filling the air. Isabelle tied an apron around her waist and moved seamless