All Chapters of a contact marriage to the comatose billonaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kristin barely got any sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase the memory of Lucas’s kiss—the heat, the way he held her like he didn’t want to let go. And then his words…"I finally know who you are."What did he mean by that? Did he remember everything? Or was it just a piece of the past?Her thoughts were all over the place when a knock echoed through the quiet room.Before she could respond, the door swung open.Lucas stepped inside.Kristin’s breath caught.Dressed in a crisp black shirt with the top buttons undone, showing a glimpse of his defined chest, and tailored pants that made him look effortlessly powerful, he was a sight to behold. His dark hair was slightly tousled, adding an edge to his already sharp features. Even injured, he carried himself with the kind of dominance that made it impossible to look away.She swallowed, her fingers instinctively gripping the bedsheet beneath her.He moved toward her with slow, measured steps, his limp barely noticeable.

Kristin stood outside Luca’s room, hesitating. She clutched the small container of balm, her heart pounding in her chest. After everything that had happened today—Daniel trying to force himself on her, Luca stepping in just in time, the anger in his eyes—she wasn’t sure what to expect when she saw him.Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.Luca was sitting on the bed, his laptop on his lap. The dim glow from the screen highlighted his sharp features, but his expression was tense. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he wasn’t really typing. His jaw was clenched, and his whole posture screamed frustration.Kristin stepped inside, the silk of her robe brushing against her thighs as she moved. Her hair was loosely packed, a few strands falling around her face. She hadn’t thought much about her appearance, but the moment Luca’s eyes met hers, she noticed the shift in his gaze.He looked her over, his jaw tightening.Then, with slow precision, he shut his laptop.Kristin co

Kristin had been avoiding Luca. At first, she didn’t think much of it—choosing to keep her distance, making excuses to be busy, pretending not to notice the way he watched her. But as the days passed, it became clear that she was actively avoiding him. She no longer waited for him at night, didn’t stop by his study, and barely spoke more than a few words when they were in the same room. And Luca noticed. At first, he let it slide. He gave her space, watching quietly as she withdrew. But tonight, he was done waiting. Kristin was curled up on the couch in the lounge, pretending to read, when she heard his footsteps. She tensed but didn’t look up. Luca stopped a few feet away, arms crossed. “Are you going to keep ignoring me, or are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong?” Kristin flipped a page in her book. “I’m not ignoring you.” Luca exhaled sharply, then reached over and pulled the book from her hands. “Hey—” He tossed it onto the couch. “Try again.” Kristin fro

The hospital room was unnervingly silent, except for the steady beeping of the machines. Kristin sat beside the bed, holding her father’s cold, frail hand. His breathing was shallow, each inhale a struggle.She had spent years preparing for this moment, yet nothing could numb the sharp ache in her chest."Kristin..." His voice was barely above a whisper.She straightened, forcing a smile despite the tears in her eyes. "I’m here, Dad."His fingers trembled slightly in hers. "The... research..."Kristin frowned. "What research?"His weak gaze locked onto hers. "The cancer project... the cure..." He struggled for breath. "I wanted to finish it."Her heart pounded.Her father had dedicated years to developing a groundbreaking treatment, but he had always kept most details private. Now, in his final moments, he was trying to tell her something."You don’t have to worry about that now," she whispered, tightening her grip on his hand."Promise me..." His voice cracked. "Promise me you won’t

Chapter 19: A Love Tested by LossKristin sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. She hadn’t showered in Luca’s room, afraid he would notice the changes in her body—her swollen, tender breasts, the exhaustion that never seemed to go away, and the constant nausea that left her feeling weak and disgusted with herself.She had been spitting into tissues all day, throwing up when no one was around, doing everything she could to hide the signs. But Luca wasn’t a fool.And tonight, she knew he wouldn’t let it go.Luca entered the room, his piercing gaze locking onto her immediately. His presence always commanded attention, but tonight, there was something different about him—an air of frustration, of quiet demand.Kristin’s heart pounded as he walked toward her."You’ve been avoiding me," he said, his voice calm but sharp.She forced a weak smile. "I’m just tired."Luca crossed his arms. "No, it’s more than that. You barely look at me. You flinch when I touch you. And your body…"