All Chapters of Contract with Dylan Marcov: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The day had finally arrived. The deal I had kept on hold for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment, was here and now. I had hoped that one day she would return, and I would use this deal to get her. And everything happened as I expected. I could have stopped the news of her slapping Vini Weber from spreading yesterday, could have steadied the Weber Group’s shares with a single phone call. But I wanted more than a simple “thank you” from her. I wanted her. I'd sacrifice a fortune for her—three billion, thirty billion—it didn’t matter. But she was blind to see how much I needed her, how desperate I was to make her mine. "Did you hear that?" she asked again, her voice slicing through my thoughts. I opened the drawer and pulled out the contract I had prepared weeks ago, the paper cool against my fingers. I pushed it across the desk. Her eyes widened when she read the term contract on the papers. "What is this?" “Read it,” I replied, keeping my tone measured, hiding the

Vini's eyes filled with tears and her fist were clenched. She stared at me as if she were going to eat me alive. "What happened, Vini? It was just a painting," I said. Everyone around us snapped photos of it, murmuring among themselves. Alex's sharp eyes looked at me in frustration. As soon as I stepped off the stage, Alex’s family surrounded me. Vini was crying like she'd lost everything. She must be cursing me under her breath. "Why did you do that? Do you really hate me this much?" Vini took out a blade from her purse and placed it on her wrist. "I should kill myself to satisfy you," Vini screamed. The crowd muttered, giving her sympathy. "Miss Ashley is hurting Miss Vini so much. Now Miss Vini is getting into depression." "Yeah! I mean, look how she insulted Miss Vini's painting publicly." I grabbed the blade from her left hand and placed it in her right palm. "If you really want to die, cut the nerves of your left wrist, not the right one," I said. Her face turned pa

While being in the car, when she pulled her hands away, I shamelessly grabbed her waist. Her playing hard to get only fueled my desire. When I had her on my lap, I wanted her there for the entire journey. But as soon as those hooligans ran off, she slipped back into her seat. The distance between us was unbearable.
"I was still stranger to everyone. Isn't too awkward to bring this topic..." Before she could say anything else, the door behind swung open. Alex and Vini walked inside. Ashley immediately pulled away from me as if she was guilty of something.
"Mr. Dylan, are you okay? I heard about the accident. I hope everything's fine," Vini asked, her face was full of concern. Alex's eyes were fixed on Ashley. I clenched my jaw. The way he looked at her made me want to rip him apart.
"Yeah, I’m fine," I barely aknowledged Vini. My eyes stayed fixed on Alex, silently warning him to back off. But he didn’t. He approached Ashley and placed his hands on her shoulder 
"Are you alright?" he a

Dylan POVThe warm water cascaded over me and washed away the drowsiness but the memories of last night clung to me. Even a blink takes me back to her room, her face appears again. ***Flashback I was restless and couldn't sleep. Just because Ashely was just a wall away. She was too close, yet impossibly far. I resist the urge to see her, fighting a battle within me. I finally made up my mind and walked to her room. She lay asleep on her bed. The soft glow of moonlight illuminated her skin. A purple satin gown clung to her body and outlined the curves that haunted my dream. I knelt beside her hesitatingly and reached her for her face. My fingers brushed her cheeks. She stirred slightly.My thumb ran across her lips, the kiss we had in the evening felt the same as eleven years before. Her lips tasted sweet and juicy, I clenched her waist tightly so that I was scared I might hurt her. I couldn't control myself and brought my face close to her. But then I recalled the push."No, Dy

Dylan POV"Boss, here is the footage of the event management team. They said the person who appeared in the video is not a part of their team.." Fred handed me his tablet. My eyes stuck to the screen. A masked figure slipped into the hall and replaced the balloon with a swift. He left with the calculated move without being noticed. Within a second he disappeared from the crowd. "Fuck!" I scoffed and ran my hand through my hair. “How are we supposed to find him now? More than two thousand people attended the engagement. Identifying the real culprit in that chaos is next to impossible.”Fred hesitated a little bit. “Could it be Alex?" Fred assumed. "Not likely. He doesn’t know enough to pull this off. But…” I said. “ If my engagement with Ashley falls apart, he was the one who benefited from it."I scratched my head."Have you found out about the people who attacked Ashley?" I couldn't help but find the connection between these two incidents. "They are dead,” Fred replied firmly.