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A Contract For Revenge FIFTY-FIVE
GABRIEL’S POV“Was all that really necessary?” Kiera’s voice sliced through the charged atmosphere as she stepped into the elevator behind me.I could hear the edge in her tone, and for a split second, I thought about ignoring her. My anger still simmered, barely contained, and the last thing I wanted was to get into a debate right now.I jabbed the button for my floor, my jaw set tight as I struggled to rein in my emotions. The image of her sitting in that car, laughing with that fool, replayed in my mind like an unwanted film loop. My fists clenched involuntarily at my sides, aching for release.“Gabriel, I’m talking to you!” She insisted, moving closer, her frustration radiating off her.Why does she always have to push me? I took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm brewing inside me, remaining silent.“Are you really going to ignore me?” She pressed, her voice escalating. “Why do you get to decide who I can or can’t talk to?”I turned to her, my patience thinning like a stre
A Contract For Revenge FIFTY-SIX
KIERA’S POVAs I stepped into my room, the door clicked shut behind me. I tossed my bag into the closet with a dismissive flick, the relief washing over me. Stripping off my clothes, I let them fall to the floor.Grabbing my phone, I pressed it to life as I made my way toward the bathroom. The argument between Damien and Gabriel had been enough to drive anyone to the brink. So, I had Marco drive me home just to escape their relentless bickering. I get it; Damien was on edge because he cared. But Gabriel? The guy was the king of; No meddling, no feelings bla bla bla. So why the sudden urge to protect me like I was a fragile piece of China?I placed my phone on the bathroom counter, the screen lighting up with a social media notification that I promptly ignored—because who needed more drama?Sinking into the warm water of the tub, I hoped it would dissolve the piled-up stress. But just as I began to relax, I heard a noise from my room.What now? My heart raced, leaping like a startled r
A Contract For Revenge FIFTY-SEVEN
KIERA’S POV The clock on my wall ticked lazily toward 5:30 PM, and I was nowhere near ready. I’d dozed off after my bath, blissfully unaware when my 4 PM alarm had sung its tune.Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted my hair, and I was just about to apply my makeup when a knock at the door interrupted me. I reluctantly strolled to open it only to find Clara standing there.“Miss, Master Gabriel said I should inform you that you’re running late,” she said, her tone polite yet urgent.“Tell him I’m almost done,” I replied, injecting warmth into my voice.As she walked away, I closed the door and sauntered back to the mirror, finishing my makeup with precision. I reached for the stunning red dress I had laid out on my bed, slipping into it flawlessly.The dress hugged my curves perfectly, its fabric shimmering under the light. It was a daring floor-length number with a plunging neckline that left just enough to the imagination. I paired it with strappy heels that added just the ri
A Contract For Revenge FIFTY-EIGHT
GABRIEL’S POV“Easy there, big guy,” Bernardo retorted, smiling widely like a fool as if my fury was merely amusement to him. “I’m just trying to be friendly. No need to get territorial.”“Don’t make me repeat myself again. Get your goddamn hands off her!” I snarled, feeling the heat of my anger rising like a tidal wave.Before he could utter another word, I rose to my full height, a mountain of fury, and seized his wrist, twisting it mercilessly.The satisfaction of power surged through me as he cried out, a pathetic sound that echoed in the otherwise tense room.“Argghhh, Gabriel! Please...” he pleaded, his arrogance crumbling under the weight of my grip. Kiera’s eyes were wide, shock painted across her face as she sat frozen, her tongue seemingly tied, as if she were watching a train wreck.I didn’t release him until I felt the satisfying crack of bone beneath my grip. Next time, he’d think twice before even looking in her direction.“Deal’s off. No more partnerships from now on. I
A Contract For Revenge FIFTY-NINE
ELISE’S POVThe clock ticked ominously toward 5:30 PM, each second echoing in my mind like a countdown to a pivotal moment. My mom’s words had been replaying in my head all day, her advice pressing down on me like a heavy blanket.Tonight was the night I would set my plans into motion, and it felt almost miraculous that I was ovulating at this crucial time.Lauren had slithered back to the hellhole she came from, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she resurfaced—possibly with someone to take my place. I needed to act quickly to secure my position in the house.Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the bathroom, allowing the warm water to wash over me, melting away my anxiety. The steam curled around me, and I contemplated the high stakes of my situation.Joe had confirmed that Miguel would be home by 7 PM, and as the minutes slipped away, I focused on my preparations.I took my time in the bath, carefully styling my hair, applying just the right amount of makeup, and finish
A Contract For Revenge SIXTY
KIERA’S POVI stood frozen, watching Gabriel’s car disappear into the night. My heart raced—not from fear, but disbelief. He actually left!Yes, I know I said I’d call Damien and I pretended to, but that was just an act to humble him. I never thought he would actually leave me alone on this desolate road, the chill biting at my skin like winter’s breath.I had outdone myself this time. I dug my nails into my palm, hoping the pain would squeeze my frustration out. What was I thinking? How did it come to this?Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone. Well, I guess it’s time to actually call Damien.I dialed, my hands trembling slightly as the emptiness around me pressed in, dark and empty like a void.Each ring of the phone echoed my rising anxiety, stretching the silence into a taut string.“Hello?” Damien’s voice cut through.“Damien, I need you,” I said, striving to keep my voice steady, but I could hear the tremor betraying me.“What’s happened? You sound—” he paused, concern cr
A Contract For Revenge SIXTY-ONE
GABRIEL’S POVI slammed the brakes, tires screeching as I skidded to a halt on the side of the road. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. What the hell was I thinking? I thumped the steering wheel in frustration.“Shit!” I growled, the sound reverberating in the confined space, amplifying my cooking anger.Kiera with Damien! The thought consumed me like a python consuming it's prey. I had left her there, convinced that she could handle herself. How foolish I was. But now? It felt like a death sentence hanging over her head.I picked up my phone, fingers hovering over her name. Call her, just check if she’s okay. But I couldn’t do it. The last thing I wanted was to hear her voice saying she was fine with Damien, that everything was okay.Why did I leave? I hit the dashboard in frustration, the plastic vibrating under my palm. I should have stayed back to ensure her safety before I left. What if something terrible happened to her? The weight of that thought crashed over
A Contract For Revenge SIXTY-TWO
GABRIEL’S POVI drove off almost immediately, my knuckles turning white against the steering wheel, hoping I’d spot Damien’s car in the distance. But the road was clear as day, stretching out before me like an endless void.Where the hell are you, Damien?I opened my map app, scrolling quickly as I searched for the nearest hospital. St. Anthony’s was the closest—about five minutes away.I increased my speed, my heart hammering eagerly in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the ticking clock. As I pulled into the parking lot of St. Anthony’s, a wave of dread washed over me.I rushed inside, the sterile smell of antiseptic hitting so hard. I approached the receptionist, desperation clawing at my voice.“Hi, was any lady brought in here by a man a few minutes ago?”The receptionist looked up from her screen, her expression neutral and unyielding, “No, sir, we haven’t had any new patients for over an hour.”“Are you sure?” My eyes widened in disbelief.“You can check the next hospi
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A Contract For Revenge EIGHTY
DAMIEN’S POVI tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around me like a noose. Kiera’s face haunted me—her laughter, her touch, the way her eyes sparkled, her smile. But that wasn’t what kept me awake all night. No, it was the thought of her with Gabriel.I couldn’t shake the image of them together. The way he looks at her makes it seem like she is the last drop of whiskey in a dry bar. What if something happened between them last night? Did she look at him the way she looks at me? Did she touch him? The mere thought made my stomach burn.I flung the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Do I trust Kiera? The two of them in the same room felt like dangling cheese in front of a mouse—an invitation to disaster, too tempting, too dangerous. Even if Kiera held her ground, I knew that smooth-talking bastard Gabriel could charm the skin off an apple.Just as I was about to drown in my thoughts, a knock echoed through the room.I barely had time to collect my thoughts when Be
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-NINE
KIERA’S POVAfter dinner, the room felt like a chamber in hell, simmering with unspoken words. Gabriel and I barely spoke to each other, and I could tell she sensed the tension in the air, but she said nothing, her silence almost deafening.Gabriel eventually retreated to his room, leaving me across from Abuela, who was diligently knitting a scarf, her needles clicking like a clock.“Mrs. Vanessa?” I finally ventured, my voice almost swallowed by the silence.“Oh, come on, dear. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we? You’ll soon be my daughter-in-law, so you might as well start calling me Abuela,” she replied, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.I forced a smile back, the warmth barely reaching my eyes, “Okay, Abuela. Thank you for the amazing meal. It’s been a long day, so I think I’ll call it a night.”Her gaze lifted, eyes sparkling with mischief that sent a shiver down my spine, “Rest well, my dear.”As I nodded, my heart raced with a flutter of anxiety.Upon our ar
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-EIGHT
ELISE’S POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process Hannah's words, “What did you just say?” I leaned in closer, my brows knitting together like two angry caterpillars.“Umm… Miss… Miss Freya is here,” Hannah stuttered, her confidence crumbling under my glare.“Are you stupid?” I bit out, my voice climbing an octave as I raised my hand, nearly striking her across the face. She flinched, stepping back as if I were a live wire and I halted mid-motion, catching myself just in time.I took a deep breath, my lips tightening into a thin line as I let my hand drop, “Where is she?” I demanded.“She’s, um… she…” Hannah cleared her throat, her finger awkwardly pointing toward the stairs as she scratched her neck, a nervous gesture that made my irritation flare.“Speak up already, you moron!” I snapped, my impatience palpable.Her eyes widened in fear, and she blurted, “She’s in the living room!”I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my nails digging into my skin as I fought to keep my composure
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-SEVEN
ELISE’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, feeling like a marionette whose strings had been cut, my body still throbbing from the wild, brutal passion of the previous night.The clock on the nightstand read 10 a.m., but the weight of my exhaustion kept me anchored to the sheets. Miguel had transformed me into his sex toy, exploring his dirtiest darkest fantasies. I knew I desperately wanted to be fucked, and touched by him, but I never signed up for this.Last night, he had bound all my limbs to the bedposts. The ball gag he used stifled my cries, rendering my protests useless. He fucked me till I almost passed out.When he was done, I tried to voice my discomfort, but he simply asked, “Are you tired of being in this marriage?” I didn’t need an encyclopedia to decipher what he meant. I realized then that I had only two choices: accept this new reality or contemplate the unthinkable—leaving him. But escape wasn’t an option I could entertain; I had too much to lose. So, I buried my feel
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-SIX
ABUELA’S POV“Catherine, would you be kind as to fetch my phone?” I called out from the backyard, the relentless ringing grating against my peaceful mid-morning.I took a deep breath and sipped my mango juice, feeling its coolness wash over me while I waited for her to arrive.“Here you go, ma’am,” she said, her voice warm as she handed me the phone.To my surprise, it wasn’t Gabriel’s name lighting up the screen but Rafael’s.A smile blossomed on my face, genuine and bright. I glanced at Catherine, a conspiratorial grin breaking free as I mouthed, “It’s Rafael,” followed by a soft giggle.“Hi, Mom,” he said, his voice like a soothing melody that instantly warmed my heart.“If I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you’ve forgotten all about your mother,” I teased, though my heart ached a bit as I said it.“Mom, that’s not fair! I’ve been swamped!” He replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.“Swamped, indeed, but surely not too busy to give your mother a call? It’s been o
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY FIVE
KIERA’S POVThe next thing that followed was a chortle of laughter, uncontainable until I was practically doubled over.Gabriel squinted in confusion, clearly thrown off as I continued to laugh maniacally, clutching my stomach.“O… OmG… that..” I gasped, still pointing at him as if he were the punch line to a joke.“That’s the most… the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard.”But as my laughter began to fade, I noticed the serious look on his face, and suddenly my giggles felt inappropriate like I was laughing at a funeral. An awkward silence settled between us, and I was left fidgeting with my hair, my lips pressing together as I cleared my throat, avoiding his piercing gaze.“You.. umm.. you’re not joking?” I finally managed to ask, my eyes flitting around like a trapped bird looking for a way out.“Why would I want to joke with something as delicate as this?” He replied, his voice steady, almost too steady.My heart tumbled into my stomach, it was as if he’d thrown a grenade into my
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-FOUR
KIERA’S POVI sat in the car scrolling absentmindedly through my phone yet my, fingers drummed nervously against my thigh, each tap a countdown to my rising anxiety.Every few moments, I shot a glance at the entrance, hoping to catch sight of Gabriel, but time seemed to stretch endlessly. What could possibly be taking so long? Was Linda okay? Or worse, was Gabriel in trouble? My stomach twisted, and I shifted restlessly in my seat, feeling like a lion trapped in a cage.Just then, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I looked down to see a message from Damien.[Hey]I replied almost instantly, my heart racing.[Hey][Are you okay?]His concern dripped through the screen, and I typed back rapidly, desperate for the connection.[Kinda][If it’s about what I said earlier, I’m sorry for catching you off guard, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel about you.]A smile broke through my worry, warming my heart. I could almost picture him, those charming eyes glintin
