All Chapters of HER CONTRACT HUSBAND IS THE COMMANDER KING : Chapter 51
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"Yes," Gianna interrupted quickly, her mind racing. "Yes, that's exactly what it was. I... I authorized it. I just forgot to mention it.""Oh," Sophia's relief was evident. "I apologize for bothering you then. I just wanted to verify—""No, you did the right thing checking," Gianna said, forcing her voice to remain steady. "Always verify large transactions. That's good protocol.""Thank you, Miss," Sophia moved toward the door. "Is there anything else you need?""No, that's all. Thank you, Sophia."The moment her secretary left, Gianna collapsed back into her chair, her professional composure crumbling. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That bastard had stolen one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from her company.How had he even accessed the account? She'd never given him authorization, never shared passwords or security information. He was supposed to be a nobody with no resources, no connections, no technical skills beyond making unwanted meals.But somehow he'd gotten into
CHAPTER 32 PART 1
The word "thief" hit Vincent like a physical blow. He'd been called many things in his life—commander, warrior, strategist, even ruthless when the situation demanded it. But never a thief. Never someone who stole from those he was sworn to protect.He stood perfectly still in the foyer, letting Gianna's rage wash over him as he tried to process what was happening. Someone had accessed her accounts. Someone had framed him. Someone was actively working to destroy whatever fragile connection existed between them."Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" Gianna demanded, her face flushed with fury. "No defense? No explanation?""I'm trying to understand what happened," Vincent replied calmly."What happened is you stole from me!" Gianna shouted. "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars! From my company! Without permission!""I didn't—""Don't lie to me!" Gianna cut him off. "The contract we signed was very clear, Vincent! Very clear! If you needed anything—anything at all—you were suppos
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Vincent didn't respond. He simply kept walking, his footsteps measured and controlled despite the storm of emotions churning inside him.Gianna stared after him, shocked by his apparent lack of remorse. No apology. No begging for forgiveness. No desperate attempts to explain himself. Just that infuriating calm dignity as he walked away from her accusations."Unbelievable," she muttered to herself. "Absolutely unbelievable."She was convinced now—completely convinced—that marrying Vincent had been a terrible mistake. A desperate decision made in a moment of crisis that she was now paying for dearly.But she couldn't make any rash moves. Couldn't file for divorce immediately or make the situation public. She'd been the one who'd advertised for a husband, who'd chosen Vincent from all the responses, who'd insisted on this arrangement despite her family's objections.If word got out that her carefully constructed marriage was falling apart because her husband had stolen from her? The ridi
CHAPTER 33 PART 1
The Benedetti mansion looked different in the late afternoon light—less imposing than during Elisabetta's birthday celebration, but still radiating old money and established power.Vincent's modest car looked almost comical parked among the luxury vehicles in the circular driveway.Right now, anywhere was better than being in the same house with Gianna, who was convinced he was a thief. At least Elisabetta's summons promised a distraction from that particular nightmare.A butler answered the door immediately, as if he'd been waiting. "Mr. Vincent. Nonna Elisabetta is expecting you in the east sitting room."Vincent followed the butler through familiar hallways, noting the expensive artwork and antiques displayed with casual wealth. The east sitting room was smaller than the grand ballroom where her party had been held, but no less elegant.Elisabetta sat in a high-backed chair near the window, afternoon sunlight highlighting the sharp intelligence in her ninety-year-old eyes. She look
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Port 7 was located in the industrial district, a secured facility where high-value cargo was processed away from the main shipping terminals.By the time Vincent and Elisabetta arrived in her armored Mercedes, the sun was setting over the harbor.Three other appraisers were already present—serious-looking professionals with equipment cases and authentication tools.They eyed Vincent's modest appearance with barely concealed skepticism."This is the expert Nonna Elisabetta brought?" one of them muttered to his colleague. "He looks like he shops at thrift stores."Vincent ignored the comment, his attention focused on the large crate being carefully unloaded from a shipping container. The sculpture inside was supposedly worth eight million euros—a marble piece depicting Artemis from the late Renaissance period."Gentlemen," Elisabetta announced, "please begin your authentication process. Vincent will observe."The appraisers set up their equipment—UV lights, microscopes, chemical testing
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Rocco paced his office like a caged animal, nursing his wounded pride and bandaged wrist. The humiliation at the port still stung—losing the Strong Inc contract, watching Vincent somehow connect with Iron Hands International through a simple text message. It was impossible. Infuriating. And it needed to be addressed.When one of his informants mentioned that Elisabetta had summoned Vincent to the Benedetti mansion, Rocco's anger found a new target.He drove to the Moretti villa with singular purpose, his face set in lines of righteous indignation.Gianna was in her study reviewing contracts when Rocco burst through the door without knocking."Gianna! We need to talk!""Rocco?" Gianna looked up with irritation. "What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear—""Your husband!" Rocco cut her off, his voice sharp with manufactured outrage. "Do you have any idea what that shameless man is doing right now?""What are you talking about?" Gianna set down her pen."He went to see Nonna Eli
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"Yes!" Gianna insisted. "He's a criminal, Nonna! He stole money from my company—one hundred and fifty thousand dollars! And now he's here trying to—I don't know—con you somehow?""Gianna, perhaps you should sit down—""No, I need you to understand!" Gianna's words tumbled out in a rush. "Vincent is dangerous! He's manipulative! Whatever he told you, whatever he's trying to sell you, it's all lies!"Elisabetta set down her teacup with deliberate care. "Gianna, dear, you're making quite a scene.""Because you're in danger!" Gianna protested. "He's probably already figured out how much you're worth, already planning how to steal from you like he stole from me!""And how, exactly, did he steal from you?" Elisabetta asked calmly."He hacked my company accounts! Transferred money to himself! Then denied everything when I confronted him!" Gianna's voice cracked with emotion. "He's a thief, Nonna! A con artist! You have to be careful around him!"Elisabetta leaned back in her chair, studying
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Gianna stood frozen in Elisabetta's sitting room, her fury warring with confusion as Vincent calmly set down the wrapped sculpture. His composure after everything she'd just said about him was infuriating—like nothing she said could touch him."The artwork is authentic," Vincent repeated to Elisabetta, his tone professional and respectful. "Late 16th century, Medici commission. Your collection will be significantly enhanced.""Wonderful," Elisabetta said warmly. "And the pickup at the port? Did you encounter any difficulties?"Vincent's slight smile was modest, almost dismissive. "No difficulties at all. A straightforward authentication and transport."Gianna watched her grandmother's expression shift—something flickering in those sharp eyes that suggested Elisabetta knew more than she was letting on. Impressive satisfaction, perhaps. Or confirmation of something she'd suspected."You're too modest, Vincent," Elisabetta said knowingly. "I'm certain the evening was more... eventful tha
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"Don't play stupid!" Gianna pulled out her phone, thrusting it toward him even though he was too far away to see the screen. "Another withdrawal! Another massive theft from my corporate account! Two hundred thousand dollars transferred to your account!""Gianna, I didn't—""Liar!" The word exploded from her. "I just got the alert! Right now! While I was driving home! You stole from me again!"Vincent descended the stairs slowly, his movements careful and controlled. "Let me see the notification.""Why? So you can pretend to be surprised?" Gianna's voice cracked. "So you can act innocent while my money sits in your account?""I need to see the transaction details," Vincent said firmly."No!" Gianna clutched her phone to her chest. "You don't get to see anything! You just get to return my money!""I can't return money I didn't take.""Stop lying!" Gianna screamed. "Just stop lying! I know it was you! The transaction has your name on it! Your account! Just like the last one!""Which shou
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Vincent stood at the base of the stairs, his mind working through the details with tactical precision.The timing was absurd—so absurd that it bordered on insulting.He'd just publicly refused payment from Elisabetta Benedetti, turning down what could have easily been tens of thousands of euros for his authentication work.And now, within the same evening, he was supposedly stealing a comparatively measly two hundred thousand from Gianna's account?"Gianna, stop for a moment and think," Vincent called after her retreating figure. "This doesn't make any sense."She paused halfway up the stairs, turning to glare down at him. "What doesn't make sense? That you're a thief? Because the evidence is pretty clear!""The timing," Vincent said firmly. "I just refused a large payment from your grandmother less than an hour ago. Why would I turn down legitimate money and then immediately steal from you?""Because you're greedy and stupid?" Gianna shot back. "Because you think stealing from me is