The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 150
“You’re not making him do anything dangerous, are you?”
“Of course not. Who do you think he is?”
“…”
How convenient for him to say that now, Johanna thought bitterly, remembering how he’d once offered to kill her father. As she continued to look at him with suspicion, Ilian took a slow sip of his champagne, savoring it.
After a moment, he glanced down at the golden liquid in his glass and smiled slightly before turning back to Johanna.
“He seemed pretty eager when I offered him good pay. The problem is, he squanders his earnings at the casino as soon as he gets them.”
Johanna rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh, prompting a chuckle from Ilian. He swirled his champagne glass lightly and continued.
“The casino has attached employee quarters, so your father’s staying there. It’s small, but he seems to manage just fine. For someone who’s lived his whole life as a fallen noble, he’s adjusting surprisingly quickly. Don’t you think?”
“…”
Johanna held back the sigh that almost escaped. She’d given up expecting anything from her father a long time ago… but to see how little he considered his children’s well-being was disheartening. Yet, at this point, she couldn’t even feel disappointment anymore—just a dull ache in her head.
“We’re almost there… You should blow out the candles, Johanna.”
Ilian’s voice was gentle, almost coaxing, but Johanna remained defiant, glaring at him without making a move. Watching her, he gave a faint, mocking smile before offering a subtle but clear warning.
“I won’t let you go until you blow out those candles.”
“….”
Even as Johanna displayed her weariness openly, Ilian’s gaze remained unrelenting, fixed on her.
With no other choice, she leaned forward and blew out the candles. This time, the flames went out in a single breath, a rare occurrence. Ilian smiled subtly and asked,
“You’re not going to eat the cake, are you?”
“Do you think I would, in a situation like this?”
“Maybe I should smear it on the face of the guy who hurt your ankle.”
“….”
Ilian dipped a finger into the cream and tasted it, murmuring, “It’s pretty good.” The sight of him made Johanna’s blood pressure rise, so she turned her attention to the window. The familiar scenery of the streets near the Weimar estate came into view.
At the same time, Leonid had gathered his private guards, organizing a search party to rescue Johanna. While he could have requested the police’s assistance, he chose to proceed cautiously for now.
Johanna was a dominant omega, and if news of her kidnapping spread, it would quickly spiral into rumors—potentially taking on a scandalous nature.
“…Today is the Marchioness’s birthday,” Nella managed to say between sniffles, informing Leonid. Her face was streaked with tears.
“She met her brother… she ate more than usual… she was smiling a lot… and then this happened so suddenly….”
As Nella’s sobs grew louder behind him, Leonid stepped outside to lead the search. His hands, which had just pulled out a pair of black leather gloves, trembled slightly. He paused, staring down at them in disbelief.
He hadn’t known it was Johanna’s birthday.
She didn’t tell me. That fact stirred an inexplicable anger within him. At the same time, an overwhelming sense of anxiety and restlessness gnawed at him, driving him to the edge of madness. The longer the time dragged on, the more intense his emotions became, leaving him in turmoil.
Why do I care about her this much?
Even if something irreversible were to happen, he could simply discard her. Johanna Lucerne should be no more than that—someone with no more worth than he’d calculated. He had only gotten involved with her for practical reasons, after all.
Yet she continued to gnaw at his thoughts.
She kept drawing his attention, occupying a corner of his mind, unsettling him. His instincts flared up uncontrollably, constantly demanding her presence, craving her body.
…Maybe I’ve actually grown attached.
Nothing else could explain his uncharacteristic reactions, his erratic behavior over the past few days, and this explosive emotion he felt now.
At some point, he had become intoxicated. By her pheromones, her scent, the softness of her body that seemed to fit perfectly against his own.
Fine… I admit it.
I’ll never find another omega that matches me as well as she does. The thought of having to hold another omega was repulsive, bringing a wave of nausea. But Johanna Lucerne was different.
Her pheromones never grew tiresome, no matter how much he indulged in them, and her taste was sweet beyond compare. It felt as if Johanna Lucerne had been made just for him.
Thus, he reached a conclusion.
He needed to find a way to extend the contract.
And if extending the contract proved difficult, he’d resort to other means… even if it meant making her his mistress, keeping her by his side.
Until the day he tired of her body.
Night-Owl-Reader
Ugh Leonid’s inner thoughts just make me hate him. Can’t wait until she tries to leave him
SadBeech
He can f**k right off. She didn’t tell you bc you had a little bitchfit when she got you a nice present on your birthday so why would she try to celebrate with you if she could even remember her own birthday >: (
Kikirenrin
Ew 😒
Lunab
This guy needs genuine help at first I thought he wanted her but then his mood swings hut like a truck and now these inner thoughts of his, I will make hermy mistress how about her bring a duchess that she is sirrr?????