All Chapters of Contract with Dylan Marcov: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Dylan will marry her." I heard a voice from behind, I was stunned by those words. My brows raised. It was Grandma Marcov who walked into the chaos while holding her stick. She looked sick and older than before. Ira grabbed her arms and led her way. "Grandma, what are you talking about?" Dylan walked ahead, he clearly did not agree with his grandma. "How can I marry her? Everyone knows whom I love" Dylan glared at me proudly.The way he spoke now, He didn't believe in the chaos that was happening in the Markov mansion right now. Even he didn't fall for the crocodile tears of Shina. Grandma stared at me with annoyed eyes. She looked pissed over something. I didn't see this hate in her eyes before. It was strange like something might have happened to her."For her benefit, she pushed Ashley into the rape. Such a woman is better not to take the position of daughter-in-law of Marcov." Grandma pointed at me, with gritted teeth. Her eyes carried hatred. "Grandma tried to understand. I d

Ashley POVI took my stuff to the car and drove myself to the factory in Southport. Shina transferred me to one of the oldest factories, whose production was low but maintenance was too bad. Hardly any air conditioner working there. I thought of giving a resignation, but I didn’t want to look like a coward who ran away from the problem. It’s better that I face it and I would definitely improve this factory. When I arrived at the office, I found no female workers were around. There were mainly middle-aged men who worked for more than decades. No wonder the productivity was extremely low here.They all stood and greeted me."You may sit down.." I gestured and went to the cabin. I quickly called the Manager of the industrial department. He entered, and I heard he was a middle-aged misogynist person who thinks women are no better at industrial processes. "Mr. Silver. Why are there no females in the office?" I asked him, He scratched his forehead. I stared at him with a suspicious gaze

Dylan POV"Why would I marry an orphan like you? What if you are the product of rape?" Her words stabbed into my heart like a sharp dagger. How disgusting it felt when that cursed line fell out of her mouth. I never mind if the world said this about me, but Ashley.Why did it happen? She was the one who fought for me when people blamed my blood. She said it never mattered if I had no family, she called herself my family, my home. I poured the drink into a glass and drank it again. I wanted to forget everything that happened that day. I wanted to assume that this day had not come but the more I was drunk, the more everything flashed before my eyes. The moment we shared was a dream, she was in my arms, but then everything shattered. "Boss, you are drinking too much. You shouldn't drink more." Fred grabbed my hand and tried to stop me. But I snatched the glass back and shot him a glare."Shut up. You are not a boss here. I would kick you out if you did this again." I poured the whis

"What is this? Are you insane?" I yelled at him. "I came here to talk to you about the lawsuit about not getting tattooed." I blabbered. "It's you who think throwing the ring would end everything between us." Dylan took my finger in his hand and started carving in my skin. "Dylan.." I almost cried out, but he didn't flinch. He kept drawing something with that tattoo pen on my ring finger. It didn't hurt but I screamed and tried hard to snatch my hand away from him."Bear it for a while, princess. It's painless tattoo ink, it will just tingle like an ant bite." He said. In a short while he released my hand. "It's done." I stared at his art and was stunned. "Are you crazy.." I tried hard to rub it but it was of no use. Now his name is carved on my finger. "Now dare to take this ring off." He said as he dropped the pen back into the drawer. "It's another way to tell any Tom, dick and Harry that you are mine. No one can dare to put their eyes on you whenever they want." He claimed p

Ashley POVHe bent on his knees and checked the pulse of that hired killer. He was disappointed when he found the killer was already dead. Dylan took that goon's mask off and dug out his phone out of his pocket. He took some photos of that person with his phone. He sent it to Fred but as we were in a deep jungle, the network was lost. "You killed him.." I said with a trembling voice. Dylan nodded as he threw the dagger aside. "Yeah, I know I shouldn't. We needed to keep him alive. At least he would have confessed who sent him." Dylan said. "But no problem, Fred would find which gang he belong to. He seemed professional gang member." "I know that. He was the one who attacked us when we left the painting exhibition." I said. His face darkened at my words. He stood up and started walking. "Let's go somewhere else. Fred will take care of it in the morning." Dylan spoke as if it was a routine for him. I felt almost puking at the metallic smell of the blood that started lingering in th