Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Lucas parked his car in front of the abandoned house. Emerging back into the main part of the house, Lucas took a deep breath, the stale air feeling slightly fresher now that one more piece of the puzzle was in place.

Lucas stormed up the gravel path, his footsteps heavy with determination. The front door of the old family house creaked as he pushed it open, the sound echoing through the silent hallways. The air inside was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the serene afternoon outside.

“Sandro!” Lucas’s voice reverberated through the house, a mixture of anger and urgency. Sandro appeared in the doorway of the living room, his face a mask of calm indifference. He leaned casually against the doorframe, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well. Look who decided to show up.”

“Cut the crap, Sandro.” Lucas’s fists clenched at his sides. “Where is she?” Lucas yelled at him while trying to look around. “Who?” Sandro asked, feigning ignorance. His eyes glinted with mischief.

“You know exactly who. Nathalie. Why have you kept her here?” Lucas’s voice cracked with frustration, his gaze boring into his brother’s.

Sandro shrugged, his demeanour annoyingly nonchalant. “She’s here because she wants to be here. No one forced her.” He feigned ignorance while shrugging.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Lucas shot back, stepping closer, his anger palpable. “What are you trying to prove, Sandro? That you can control her? That you can control everyone?”

Sandro’s expression hardened, the smirk disappearing. “Watch your tone, dear brother. You don’t understand the situation.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then make me understand!” Lucas’s voice rose, his desperation clear. “This isn’t about you, Sandro. It’s about Nathalie. She deserves to be free, to make her own choices. Leave my wife alone.”

Sandro’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark crossing his face. “You think you’re her savior, Lucas? You think you can just waltz in here and take her away? Who is she even to you? You are living your life with other women.”

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “This isn’t about me being a savior. It’s about what’s right. You can’t keep her here against her will. This isn’t some twisted game. Get your head straight.”

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. Then, Sandro let out a bitter laugh. “You really are naive, Lucas. You think you know everything, but you don’t.”

Lucas’s eyes softened, a plea in his voice now. “Please, Sandro. Let her go. This isn’t you. This isn’t who you are.” Sandro looked away, his jaw tightening. The walls he had built around himself seemed to waver for a moment. Then, without another word, he turned and disappeared back into the living room.

“You think, I don’t understand anything? You stole my fiance and then you made her pregnant! Who do you think you are?” Lucas stood there, his heart pounding, unsure of what his brother’s words meant.

Lucas’s frustration boiled over, and he took a step forward, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “This isn’t about Nathalie, is it? This is about Elle. You think I stole your fiancee, Sandro, but I didn’t. You pushed her away.”

Sandro stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to Lucas. He stiffened, the tension in the room becoming almost unbearable. “Elle loved you, Sandro. She wanted to be with you, but you couldn’t see it. You were too busy trying to control everything, trying to bend her to your will,” Lucas continued, his voice rising with each word. “You should have kept her with love, not with force. She left because you wouldn’t let her breathe.”

Sandro whirled around, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and pain. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat. “You don’t understand what it was like. How dare you keep her away from me? There was a misunderstanding between us and you abused that.”

“No, you don’t understand!” Lucas shouted back, stepping even closer. “You were so blinded by your own insecurities that you couldn’t see how much she cared for you. And now, when you felt guilty you kidnapped my wife to reach me.”

“You knew you had fuvked up things when she asked for help. And now you want her back because of your own guilt. Aren’t you ashamed? Don’t you have any conscience? You are even keeping my pregnant wife here.”

Sandro’s hands clenched into fists, his body shaking with barely controlled rage. “Shut up, Lucas. You don’t get to lecture me about love. You don’t know what I’ve been through. You lived a good life in wealth and got the love of your life too.”

“Maybe I do,” Lucas admitted, his voice softening slightly. “But I know what you’re doing now is wrong. Keeping Nathalie here against her will isn’t going to fix anything. It’s only going to make things worse between you and me. You can fix things with Elle. Just talk to her.”

For a moment, Sandro seemed to falter, the anger in his eyes giving way to something more vulnerable. “She… Will she talk to me?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I don’t wanna lose her, Elle is the love of my life. I don’t wanna live without her.”

Lucas’s expression softened, his heart aching for his brother. “You’re not alone, Sandro. But you can’t force someone to stay with you. You have to let them choose. Come to my place tomorrow, talk to her. Maybe she will listen to you.”

“Will she talk to me? That means the child is not yours?” Sandro’s gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders slumping. The walls he had built around himself seemed to crumble, leaving behind a man who was just as lost and hurt. Lucas nodded at him telling him that the child was Sandro’s.

“Please, Sandro,” Lucas said quietly. “Let Nathalie go. Do the right thing, for once. Not just for her, but for yourself too.” Sandro stood there, the weight of Lucas’s words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, with a deep, shuddering breath, he nodded. “Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll let her go.”