All Chapters of The Contracted Stripper : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The hospital room was dimly lit, only the soft hum of machines filling the silence. Ryan Kendrick lay in the bed, his face pale but his sharp eyes alert. Luca sat beside him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, listening closely as Ryan recounted the fragmented memories that had finally started to return to him.“So, you remember everything?” Luca asked, keeping his voice low. His eyes scanned the room, almost as if he expected someone to be listening in. Ryan nodded slowly, his voice rough from disuse. “Almost everything. It’s still fuzzy in parts, but I know enough to understand what’s going on.” He shifted slightly, grimacing from the pain in his side. “I need you to promise me something, Luca.”Luca’s brow furrowed, concerned. “What is it?”Ryan took a deep breath, glancing towards the door before meeting Luca’s gaze. “You can’t tell anyone I’ve regained my memory. Not yet.”Luca blinked, surprised. “Not even Ivy?”Ryan’s expression hardened. “Especially not Ivy.”Luca le

Ivy paced the polished marble floors of the Kendrick mansion, her phone pressed tightly to her ear as her heart raced. The voice on the other end of the line was cold, indifferent, delivering a message that felt like a punch to the gut.“I’m sorry, Ivy, but we have no choice. Effective immediately, you are relieved of your position with the agency. The accusations of stolen designs are serious, and we can’t afford to keep you on under these circumstances.”Ivy’s breath hitched in her throat. “Stolen designs? That’s insane! I’ve been loyal to this company for years. I created those designs myself!” Her voice shook with disbelief, and her hands trembled as she struggled to maintain composure.“Ivy, the evidence is all over the internet. We’ve received multiple complaints from other designers. You’re trending on every major blog and social media platform right now, and it’s not in a good way. Our hands are tied.”The call ended abruptly, leaving Ivy staring blankly at the phone in her h

Ryan sat on the edge of his hospital bed, still groggy from the effects of his recent injuries, when his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He picked it up, squinting at the bright screen. The notification that greeted him made his stomach churn—"Ivy Kendrick Caught in Stolen Design Scandal!" blared the headline, followed by endless comments tearing his sister apart. He stared at the screen in disbelief, scrolling through post after post that dragged Ivy’s name through the mud.“What the hell…?” Ryan muttered, his heart pounding as he quickly dialed Ivy's number. It rang once, twice, before Ivy’s shaky voice came through. “Hello?”“What the hell is going on, Ivy?” Ryan barked, his voice sharp with concern. “What is this? I’m seeing all over the Internet about you stealing designs. Is this some kind of joke?”Ivy sniffled on the other end, but before she could respond, Ryan cut her off. “I’ll be at the mansion in ten minutes.”He ended the call abruptly, his blood boiling. Shoving his

The atmosphere inside the dimly lit room was suffocating, almost too quiet for comfort. Iris lay on a small, uncomfortable bed, her hands resting over her swollen belly. She could feel the weight of each breath she took as if the air had become heavy with tension. The room had become her prison for months now, but lately, she could feel a shift—her time was drawing near.She winced slightly as the baby inside her kicked, a reminder that she wasn’t alone, despite the loneliness that consumed her. She was nearing her delivery date, and the nurse who came to check on her regularly had confirmed it during her last visit.“It won’t be long now, Ms. Iris,” the nurse had said softly, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. “You need to rest as much as you can.”But how could Iris rest? She had spent the last month locked up in this room, her fate uncertain, surrounded by enemies who were waiting for the moment she became vulnerable. She knew that once she gave birth, her life would be in even gr

“You joined mum in maltreating that poor girl. You made sure you seized every opportunity to humiliate her.”Her hand shook as she stared at his name on the screen, debating whether to answer. After a few long seconds, she took a deep breath and pressed the call button, holding the phone to her ear.“Ivy,” Ryan’s voice came through, calm but firm. “We need to talk.”She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Ryan, I... I’m sorry.”“I know you are,” he said quietly. “But being sorry doesn’t change what’s happened.”Her chest tightened, tears welling up in her eyes again. “I didn’t mean for things to get this bad. I didn’t... I didn’t know it would come to this.”“Ivy, you need to understand something,” Ryan said, his tone serious. “What you did... what we did... it has consequences. You can’t hide from this forever.”She sniffed, wiping away a tear that had fallen onto her cheek. “I know. I just... I don’t know how to fix it.”Ryan sighed on the other end of the line. “It’s not about fixing it