All Chapters of HER CONTRACT HUSBAND IS THE COMMANDER KING : Chapter 1
- Chapter 9
9 chapters
Chapter 1:
The mountain villa's grand study felt suffocating despite its spacious dimensions. Afternoon sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where a thick contract lay open. Gianna Moretti stood behind the desk, her dark hair pulled back severely, eyes scanning the document with the precision of a lawyer preparing for battle."Listen carefully," Gianna's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable."Vincent sat across from her, his lean frame relaxed in the leather chair. His modest gray suit and worn shoes made him appear almost invisible beside the opulent furnishings. He nodded quietly, hands folded in his lap."First," Gianna continued, her tone sharp and businesslike, "we will maintain separate bedrooms. Under no circumstances will you enter my room without explicit permission. Is that understood?""Perfectly clear," Vincent replied, his voice calm and measured.Sa
Chapter 2:
The morning sun cast long shadows across the villa's marble foyer as Vincent adjusted his simple tie in the hallway mirror. Behind his modest reflection lay secrets that could reshape nations—he was the founder and supreme commander of "Eagles of the West," the most feared military corporation on the planet. His personal wealth exceeded the GDP of small countries, yet he wore the same worn suit from yesterday, maintaining his carefully crafted facade.Vincent had responded to Gianna's marriage advertisement not out of desperation, but from genuine concern. His vast intelligence network had flagged her unusual plea for help, and something about her situation had stirred memories he'd carried for over a decade. Now, legally bound to her as of this morning's registration, he stood ready to fulfill promises made long ago.The front doors burst open with a violent crash, interrupting his thoughts. Rocco Benedetti stormed into the villa without invitation, his expensive Italian suit and g
Chapter 3:
The Benedetti mansion's ornate doors slammed shut as Rocco stumbled through, still cradling his broken finger. His face was a mask of rage and humiliation as he stormed through the marble corridors toward his father's study."Papa!" Rocco burst through the heavy oak doors without knocking. "Papa, you need to hear this!"Giovanni Benedetti looked up from his mahogany desk, his weathered face immediately hardening at the sight of his son's condition. "What happened to your hand?""That bastard broke my finger!" Rocco seethed, holding up his swollen digit. "That nobody Gianna married—he attacked me!"Giovanni's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Start from the beginning. What exactly happened?"Rocco paced frantically across the Persian rug. "I went to the Moretti villa to talk sense into Gianna about the Kevin arrangement. She was being her usual stubborn self, refusing to listen to reason.""And then?""This pathetic man appeared—thin, poorly dressed, looks like he hasn't eaten a decent meal
Chapter 4:
The sound of heels clicking sharply against marble echoed through the villa as Isabella Moretti swept through the front doors like a storm cloud. Her designer dress and perfectly styled hair did nothing to soften the fury radiating from her every movement."Gianna!" Isabella's voice cut through the morning air like a blade. "Get down here this instant!"Gianna appeared at the top of the staircase, her expression immediately guarded. "Mama, you're early.""Early? Early?" Isabella's voice rose to a near shriek. "I had to hear about your ridiculous marriage from the neighbors! How dare you humiliate this family!"Vincent emerged from the kitchen, still wearing his apron from cleaning up after breakfast. Isabella's eyes immediately fixed on him with undisguised contempt."So this is him," Isabella sneered. "The nobody who ruined everything.""Mama, please—" Gianna began."Don't you 'Mama please' me!" Isabella cut her off. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Kevin Romano was perfect fo
Chapter 5:
The grand ballroom of the Benedetti mansion sparkled with crystal chandeliers and gold accents as family members gathered around Nonna Elisabetta, who sat regally in an ornate chair like a queen holding court. At ninety, she commanded respect through sharp eyes that missed nothing and a tongue that could cut deeper than any blade."Now then," Elisabetta announced, her voice still strong despite her age, "it's time for the gift presentations. Who would like to go first?"A young cousin stepped forward eagerly, holding an elegant jewelry box. "Nonna, I present to you this vintage Cartier necklace, worth three hundred thousand dollars. May it bring you as much joy as your wisdom brings our family."The crowd murmured appreciative comments as Elisabetta examined the glittering diamonds with practiced eyes."Beautiful, Carlo," she nodded approvingly. "Next?"Another relative approached with a painting wrapped in silk cloth. "Nonna, this is an original Monet, valued at half a million. Like
Chapter 6:
The jade sculpture lay on its side where Rocco had knocked it over during his humiliating fall. A small chip had broken off from the base, revealing the interior structure that Vincent had been waiting to see."Well, well," Vincent crouched down and picked up the fragment, examining it closely. "This makes things even clearer.""What are you doing now?" Rocco demanded, still cradling his dislocated wrist. "Haven't you caused enough trouble?"Vincent held the chip up to the light, his trained eye spotting exactly what he'd expected to find. "Look at these tool marks on the interior surface. See these perfectly parallel grooves?"The crowd leaned in reluctantly, their curiosity overcoming their hostility."Those are from modern diamond-tipped carving equipment," Vincent continued matter-of-factly. "Ancient Chinese artisans used bronze and iron tools, which leave completely different markings. These grooves are barely six months old.""You're making that up!" Rocco screamed. "How could y
Chapter 7:
The admiration for Kevin's Caravaggio gift still hung in the air when Rocco saw his opportunity for revenge. Despite nursing his dislocated wrist, his eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as he leaned toward Kevin."Kevin, my friend," Rocco said loud enough for others to hear, "I think you should know something about your beautiful gift."Kevin turned from her conversation with Elisabetta, eyebrows raised. "What do you mean, Rocco?""Well," Rocco's voice dripped with false concern, "someone here has been claiming that your priceless Caravaggio is nothing but a fake."The effect was immediate and electric. Conversations stopped mid-sentence as heads turned toward Kevin, whose face had gone rigid with fury."What did you just say?" Kevin's voice was dangerously quiet."I'm afraid it's true," Rocco continued with theatrical sympathy. "This person has been going around all evening, calling everyone's gifts fake. First my jade sculpture, now your masterpiece."Kevin's eyes swept the cr
CHAPTER 8:
The silence following Kevin's humiliating defeat stretched uncomfortably across the ballroom until Rocco, desperate to regain some measure of dignity, spotted his opportunity for one final attack."Wait just a minute," Rocco announced loudly, his voice cutting through the awkward quiet. "We've all presented our gifts to Nonna, but I don't recall seeing anything from our mysterious guest of honor."All eyes turned to Vincent, and Rocco's malicious grin widened as he sensed victory within reach."That's right!" Isabella chimed in eagerly. "Where is your gift, Vincent? Surely you brought something for Elisabetta's special day?""How embarrassing," someone whispered loudly. "Coming to a birthday celebration empty-handed.""What did you expect from a man like that?" another voice added with cruel satisfaction.Vincent reached into his jacket pocket with unhurried calm. "Actually, I did bring something."He withdrew a small antique wooden box, its surface worn smooth by age and handling. Th
CHAPTER 9
Marco Santini, Paolo's companion and Italy's foremost literary artifact expert, stepped closer to examine the fountain pen with reverent care. His hands trembled slightly as he held the instrument up to the light."Paolo, look at this engraving more closely," Marco whispered, his voice filled with awe. "This isn't just any Torretti pen.""What do you mean?" Elisabetta asked, sensing the growing excitement among the experts.Marco's eyes never left the pen as he spoke. "This is Leonardo Torretti's personal 1905 Montegrappa Meisterstück—the exact pen he used to write 'The Sailor's Return.'"The ballroom erupted in gasps and whispered exclamations. Even those unfamiliar with poetry knew Torretti's masterpiece, considered one of the greatest works in Italian literature."You're certain?" Paolo demanded, leaning in for a closer look."Absolutely," Marco confirmed. "See these microscopic scratches near the nib? They match the handwriting analysis from Torretti's manuscripts. And this partic