All Chapters of THE UNVEILED CONTRACT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexandra’s POVAnna is my father’s younger brother’s child. The only child, just like me. We both basically grew up together. Both our parents were busy with work, so we usually spent time together at grandpa’s place. We looked a lot alike, only, I was a little shorter and slimmer than she was. And I had my freckles. We often fought as children, usually for my grandpa’s attention but I always won. My grandpa loved me the most and Anna was obviously jealous of me.Our little feud stopped being little when we got up. This time Anna started to steal things from me. I had all I needed, what could she possibly take? The answer was, My friends. She always found a way to steal my friends. She’d integrate into my circle and throw me out of it. Not just friends, lovers too, and even jobs. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend before and she stole him from me. Who knows how she pulled it off. My relationship with the boy didn’t even last a week.The case of jobs was even more ridiculous because my

Alexandra’s POVAugustine Bennett. The founding father of Liss Real Estate Agency. A self made millionaire. He was a great man of integrity. A dashing ladies man in his prime. A genius investor and a wonderful marketer. He was loved and respected by all who knew him and worked with him. He was Liss’ most important asset, so when he retired, Liss experienced instability that just came to show how valued he was. Now, that once great man was gone. Everyone had expected him to grow old, shrivel up and probably die in his sleep. The last thing people thought was he would be murdered, so brutally at that. It made people wonder, what horrible thing could he have done to be killed and left without a complete corpse? This might actually just forever remain a mystery.Or maybe not.“He what?” I managed to choke out a reply after gaping for half an hour. I could not believe it.My parents probably also didn’t want to believe or accept the truth as well, as they refused to repeat it. They only

Alexandra’s POVTeenagers are an enigma. They all were. You’d think you know them when you honestly really don’t.Teenagers often try to do the opposite of what their parents want. This is called “being rebellious”. But I’d argue that when there is oppression, there is resistance.Teenagers. Testosterone boys and harlequin girls. Boys, who are raging with hunger from their hormones, and girls, who give them what they want, insurmountable.Teenagers are usually passionate, rife with arguments and rebellious streaks. Every teenager needs to have their rebellious stage or phase. A time when they resisted everything they had to endure. Teenagers always felt a sense of entitlement. So when they fucked up. They felt their parents always needed to be there to help them.I supposedly never had such a phase, At least, that is what my family thought. I did.I wouldn’t say it was as bad as people would think but it wasn’t good. But in the end, it was a phase nonetheless. A phase that I was star

Alexandra’s POV*Knock knock*The knock from the suite’s door brought me out of my stupor.I stared at the door for a long time. Contemplating whether or not I should go check who it was. I really didn’t want to get up from my position.The knock came again, this time with a voice.“Room service.”I still didn’t move.Maybe if I ignored it, they’d go away.As if on queue, my stomach growled. I frowned. I was hungry but I still didn’t want to get up. I pondered on what to do. An Idea came to mind.“Adrian~” I called out. He didn’t respond at once.“Adrian~” I tried again and this time, he came out.“Yeah?” He said leaning on the door of the bedroom. He stared at me, suspicion laced in his eyes. “There,” I pointed at the door, a foolish grin on my face, “Get it.” He blinked at me. Then at the door. I reveled in his muffled expression. “You are my hubby, remember? Your wife requires your assistance.” I teased, expecting his embarrassed mien.Something flashed in his eyes, it was gone

Adrian’s POVI was Apathetic growing up. There seemed to be a few things that could grab my interest, even fewer that could keep it.I was more disinterested in people. My mother often told me to make friends. Lots of them. That I’d be able to talk to them and share my thoughts, feel belonged. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that I needed so many people to feel among. Humans were very fickle. Everyone who ever approached me secretly wanted something from me. It disgusted me. I did meet someone who satisfied me. Just enough but that relationship collapsed shortly after.I believe that, at some point, I was a bit lonely. Carl Jung once said: “Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views that other people find inadmissible.”I don’t understand what that was supposed to mean.I had only ever met 2 people who deviated from this pattern.My only friend. Tom Harr