All Chapters of 100 Nights Contract with Mr.CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ashley's POV:By the time I step out of Tiffany's home, a sleek black car pulls up in front of me, halting my steps. The windows roll down, and a man asks, "Miss Waverly? Mr. Johnson sent me here to fetch you."For a moment, I stand there, startled. Ethan sent him here? How did he know where I was? But the next moment, I remember his call… it had to be something urgent that he had called me for, right? Thinking this, I get in the car regardless, deciding to ask him about it later.Lost in my thoughts, I barely notice the journey passing by until the driver presses the brakes and says, "We are here, ma'am. Please head inside the goods."I step out to find a grand mansion in front of me, gleaming in the sunshine, and it almost hurts my eyes to look at it for so long. I stand there for a moment, taking in the imposing structure before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. My breath is knocked out of me at the sheer size and elegance of this house, how am I even going to find him i

Ashley's POV:“Get out!”These words are enough for me to leave this place, and never turn my head back ever again… or abandon any way in the direction of which Ethan Johnson has ever looked towards. But then I hear his last sentence, that I am hundred percent sure, has been thrown on my face like a verbal slap. "But remember! If you take even a single step out of this house, consider it to be the last day of our arrangement. I will call off the deal, and then you can have fun dealing with your succession drama."I don't know what happened to me at the moment, but I feel my anger boiling in my veins.I turn around and without wasting a second, I take three large strides towards him, crossing the distance between us before giving him any chance to react to what I am doing. It's only fair, he didn't give that chance to me, either; I pulled him closer by his collar and put my lips on his.I hear a low, annoyed growl in his throat, thinking that he would hesitate or object. But the very

Ashley's POV:My eyes open with a sharp pain in my waist, like I have somehow landed on the cold hard ground after falling from the soft cushions of clouds.And within a few seconds, I realize that my thoughts are not completely false; moments ago, I had really landed on the rough ground from the soft bed, sending a jolt of pain up my back and jerking me awake. But the question plaguing me isn't just how it happened… there is yet another clause attached to it- why? And just like the other surprises– or say, shocks– going on in my life one after another, I don't have to wait for the revelation of this one either. Because the moment I touched my waist and let out a squeal because of pain, I heard a slightly sleepy yet deep and clear voice coming from above.“Miss Waverly, who told you that after we are done with our business… you are allowed to stay here at night, with me? Wasn't I clear enough on my terms that I don't like to see the person I have spent the night with, in front of m

Ashley's POV: Aunt Claire’s commotion has gathered the attention of my other relatives, and the one standing right in front of me is Mrs. Iris Waverly. My dad's mother and my grandmother; although she has never done anything to show me the affection and familiarity associated with that title. Despite her short stature, grandmother still manages to overshadow everyone else with her commanding presence. Her back may be stooped due to her age, but she believes in holding her head high enough where she is looking down upon the mortals. This is the posture of dignity she has clung to stubbornly over the years. However, there is something different about her today… I can’t help but notice that her eyes, usually so sharp and unforgiving, seem clouded, and her gaze is distant. Maybe… somewhere deep, deep down, under the mask of this woman who has always pretended to have it all together, there is a mother mourning the untimely loss of her son? Yes, she might have been unkind to me in

Ashley's POV: I have never been an aggressive person, nor could I have ever imagined myself shouting at someone, or refusing anyone after they have asked me for something, so many times.I mean, I could have given them my own kidney without a single question, or even before letting them ask for it… but this is not about giving away something that solely belongs to me.This company, everything related to it belongs to my parents, and their wish to keep this company running on their practices and principles. Then how can I just keep quiet and let it be ruined in front of my eyes, at the hands of someone whom I know is good for nothing? I decide to try one last time, thinking that they are just supporting Liam because they think he is capable. They are not familiar with his reality, and if only I can make them believe in my credibility, they might trust me too and understand me… probably then, the beliefs held by my grandma will change.Clearing my throat and swallowing the lump that h