All Chapters of 100 Nights Contract with Mr.CEO: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ashley's POV:She steps inside the store and stands straight in front of me, facing the assistant, completely ignoring my existence… or probably she hasn't noticed me yet.Her dress is bouncing around her knees, swishing around her with every step that she is taking with the perfect mix of attitude and style; making it look like she is a supermodel and the whole world is her ramp. “Okay, so is Mr. Ethan Johnson here yet–”“Ma'am, Mr. Johnson has informed us that you and his fianceé shall be the only ones here for the trials. She is already here and waiting for you.”Finally! Someone has cared to introduce me, and Emily graces me with a half- glance in my direction. I paste a smile on my face, remembering how Ethan used to be the same cold person when I first met him. So, there is actually someone on the Earth like him! That's incredible, both to see and believe. “Hi! I am Ashley Waverly. Ethan's fianceé.”I say as I stretch my hand towards her for a handshake, seeing that she is no

Ashley's POV:I twist my body in front of the mirror in the trial room, trying to inspect myself from all angles after the assistant has buttoned up the dress from the back and left. Honestly, I feel like I have been dressed up as a show stopper for the London fashion week. With a final glance in the brightly lit mirror, I decide to finally walk outside; gathering my courage with the thought that I just have to step out into the studio– not on the road! And this is when I hear some gasps around me. “Wow, ma'am… you are looking so pretty!”“We have always known that everything you wear would look great on you.”“There is no one who can beat your figure and your grace, you are perfect ma'am.”A smile appears on my face– probably, these words will be good to lighten up Emily's mood. She might become less bitter, finally, and the rest of the day would be easy for me.With some sense of relief, I turn my steps in the direction of the sounds.Everyone who has been praising her pauses th

Ashley's POV:I snap at Emily and dash out of the store like a tornado of a typhoon, without looking back at once– or without caring that I am still in their dress and I haven't paid yet.I know all these things are manageable and will be taken care of– so all I need to do right now is take care of my mental health before I end up completely destroying the already- fractured dam of my patience, and start raging. I stop at the edge of the pavement and raise my hand to call a taxi, having forgotten that Peter would be waiting for me.I wouldn't have remembered this detail until putting at least four miles between me and Emily, if I hadn't felt a pat on my shoulder just then.Peter's concerned voice rings sharply in my ears. “Ashley! What happened? Where are you going like this! Has that bitch said something to upset you?”His words are painted in the coat of frustration and anger, as he directs a sideways glance towards the store, making me realize that it makes two of us who don't li

Ashley's POV:“Enough, Tiffy! I know you are upset because you think I hid such a huge piece of news from you, but that doesn't mean you will say just about anything to make me feel bad–”But Tiffany speaks over me again, and I notice a strange smile on her face… like she isn't concerned, but like she is taking some pleasure in saying these words. No, I must be imagining things, or maybe projecting my annoyance with Emily, on Tiffany. After all, I have known Tiffany for most of my life, and she is not like this. She is sweet, gentle and caring, although her words are really contradicting her image right now. “I am not trying to make you feel bad, what's in it for me? I'm just trying to make you see the obvious, that you aren't able to see with your open eyes! Because tell me one thing, do you think the guy has a shortage of his picks? Ethan Johnson has such a reputation and influence that almost every supermodel and actress of this country is chasing after him. And yet, he hasn't

Ethan's POVFor some reason, I'm still in Tiffany's living room, my jaw clenched as she is still talking non- stop, but I have to keep reminding myself not to lash out at her. Otherwise, with how much she has already spoken– and considering my beliefs in feminism and the equality of genders, I would have knocked her out with a punch to the face… long ago. I give her a cold glare, hoping she gets the message, but she keeps going, her hand lightly brushing my arm. Who the hell does she think she is, to say all this crap about Ashley! And that too, to my face, knowing who I am?!I keep reminding myself the reason I am tolerating her so far: only because she’s Ashley’s so- called best friend, but even I know that it’s not going to last long. My temper is on a short leash, and she’s tugging at it like she has no clue how close she is to crossing the line.My phone buzzes, and I don’t hesitate before pulling it out of my pocket. It is one of my managers, and his timing was perfect. “So