Semua Bab The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lucian’s POV“I want to go out from here! Please—help me!”The desperate voice pierced through the room, sharp. My heart jolted. I pushed myself up from the chair, my legs heavy but fueled by sudden urgency.I followed the direction of the cry, my footsteps echoing against the marble floor. Zane, to my shock, didn’t stop me. Instead, he trailed behind in silence, his smirk increasing, his eyes unreadable.We reached a door on the far end of the room. Without hesitation, Zane stepped forward and placed his palm on the lock. The door slid open with a hiss.The sight before me left me frozen.Inside the room, more than five ladies were sprawled across the floor, tied hand and leg with thick ropes. Their clothes were torn, their faces pale and gaunt. The air reeked of sweat and tears. Their eyes widened when they saw me, some pleading, some too broken to react at all.My words caught in my throat. I wanted to say something, anything, but the horror silenced me.“You all here,” Zane began,

Lyra’s POV“As your father, it’s a command that you must follow him.”The words struck like a hammer, firm, unyielding. My father’s voice carried that weight that always made me freeze as a little girl, yet tonight it only churned my anger.“Oh, Dad, what did he do to you that makes you so blind?” I shouted, my throat trembling with suppressed tears. “How can you stand here and tell me to follow him after everything? Did you forget he’s behind everything that ruined my life?”The room fell into heavy silence. Nobody breaths. The walls themselves seemed to hold their breath, watching the storm that cracked open inside me.Then—Mom broke. Her cry shattered that silence. She covered her face with both hands, shoulders trembling. “So I cannot beg you? Cannot look for one favor from my own daughter?” Her voice cracked, begging. “This is the only way you can be safe. Please, Lyra. Please.”Her tears rolled, but it was her next words that tore me open.“Or should we kneel for you?”The sight

Lyra’s POV“Mom! Mom!”Lillian’s tiny voice pulled me out of the dark haze of sleep. Her little fingers tapped insistently at my arm, and I blinked against the light streaming through the curtains.I sat up groggily, my head pounding from the wine, and when my eyes finally adjusted, I froze. My body was clothed in a vest so tight it clung to my skin, paired with shorts that barely covered my thighs. The fabric dug into me, outlining curves I had spent years burying under oversized clothes.Confusion clawed at me. I never wore things like this. Never. My wardrobe had always been baggy dresses, loose tops—anything that shielded me from stares.Panic surged. Who had dressed me like this?And then, like a cruel rush of waves, memory slammed into me—last night. The alcohol, the heat of Lucian’s mouth, the way my body had betrayed me, melting against him. The way I had whispered in humiliation, why did you stop?His voice echoed in my head. I don’t want to… so that when you get back to your

Lyra’s POV“Paralyzed?”The word fell from the doctor’s lips like a curse, heavy. For a moment, I didn’t even breathe. My ears rang so loud I couldn’t hear anything else, not the beeping machines behind her, not the footsteps echoing in the corridor. Just that word.My lips trembled. “W-what do you mean paralyzed?”She sighed, eyes dropping for a second before meeting mine again. “The accident severely damaged his spine. He will not be able to walk again. We’ve stabilized him, but…” her voice softened, “…his life has changed forever.”I stumbled back, my hand catching the cold wall. My throat burned as if something was stuck inside. I wanted to scream, cry, laugh bitterly—anything—but no sound came out.I'm thinking of Lillian.Lucian. Strong, proud Lucian, who once towered over everyone with arrogance, who looked untouchable. Lying now behind those doors, broken, legs that would never carry him again.My chest heaved. “Can I see him?” I whispered.The doctor hesitated, then nodded. “

Lyra’s POVThe morning I said yes, it felt as though the house itself stopped breathing. I didn’t even know when the words left my lips, maybe out of exhaustion, maybe out of pity, maybe because of the way Lilian clung to me and sobbed into my dress. I had always imagined my “yes” to marriage would feel like freedom, like finally claiming the life I wanted. Instead, my chest felt hollow, my voice dry as sandpaper.Lucian’s eyes had widened, disbelief swimming in them, like a drowning man who suddenly tasted air. His lips trembled, but he didn’t speak right away. For once, he wasn’t the man who always had a quick retort. He looked broken… yet grateful.My parents were stunned to hear the news but they approve it thinking maybe that will make me happy.From that moment, the days blurred into preparations. My parents insisted on something modest—quiet, private, nothing the press could sink their teeth into. Just family, close friends, and the priest. They said it was best for my sanity,