All Chapters of Contract with Dylan Marcov: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dylan POVFlashbackWhen Ashley left the courtroom after slapping me, I wasn't angry with her. If she thinks her mere slapping me will make me get myself away from her life, then she is wrong. Even if she shot me in my heart, my heart would scream just her name. "Boss, Are you okay?" Fred asked me. My death glare made his mouth shut. This is what she meant to me, no one in the world dares to look into my eyes but I allowed her to slap me. I had given her the place where she could do anything to me and I will still love her. "Take the lawsuit back. She would contest it till her last breath. Her love for the Weber group was more than anything else, it was her father’s dream after all." I said, I saw the spark in her eyes that she would break but wouldn’t bend. And I would break myself before breaking her.“Okay, Boss.” Fred watched me in disbelief. Ashley did not give her whereabouts, she even disabled all tracing on her phone and finding her was extremely difficult. She even fired

"Sorry Grandma, I love Dylan and my love is not worth your money. Even if you sell your entire Marcov mansion, you won’t be able to buy my love for him.” I said firmly, folding my hands. Grandma was stunned to see my defiance. I didn't know what made her hate me this much. But I was not ready to sell my love to anyone."Your love? The contractual love you both had can never be love. I want someone who will stay with Dylan for a long time. I think you don't deserve him." Grandma spoke, My brows furrowed. "We already apologise to you for the contract. I love him and I can’t leave him for some money." I said. I had changed my mind right after visiting her."That's why I am asking you. I know he won't leave you. So better you leave him at first. Otherwise, I will abandon him and take back the Marcov surname from him. He will be an orphan again."Grandma spoke as she adjusted her glasses. I tapered my eyes. First of all, I thought she wanted Dylan to be happy but now I realise she was do

"Boss wanted to talk to you.." Fred handed me the phone. His face was serious. "Hello.." I said as I grabbed the phone in my hand. I thought I could convince him again."You are looking beautiful in that dress.." He said, I turned around to see the corners of the wall to check if he installed a camera in the room. He must have guessed that I locked myself in the guestroom."What do you want, Dylan? Do I need to be there? I am not even part of your guestlist." I asked, irritatingly. His guest list was viral all over social media and my name was not even mentioned in it. Why is he so eager to call me there?“If you are ready, get in the car with Fred. Don’t waste my time asking these nonsense questions." He ordered as if I were one of his assistants. I gritted my teeth. He sounded so desperate. "If I attend your engagement, will you let me go?" I asked him. He breathed heavily."What if I say no." He stated firmly. "Just get in the car, You know I am not that patient. If you don’t wan

Ashley POVWe boarded Dylan's chartered plane and I was stunned to see it was more luxurious than any seven-star hotel. Its window was usually bigger than any normal plane and it included a separate living room and bedroom. We walked into the living room with a plush seven-seater couch and a big screen before that. One can enjoy a movie with theatre effects on the journey. As soon as I opened the door, my eyes fell on the king-size bed and a shower to it."Are you comfortable?" He asked me, I nodded.An attendant placed our luggage in the small wardrobe in front of our bed and also arranged our clothes for the day. "You own this plane?" I asked him. He smiled and shook his head. "No.." My brows arched. Did he rent it? But why? "We own this plane," Dylan said, and I stared at him with confused eyes. Why did he have to twist his words?"I already told you, stop saying mine or yours. It's ours now. Everything that belongs to me, belongs to you too. And you belong to me.." He said,

I walked to the edge and stared at the dark sea before me. My hands gripped around the steel railing. Dylan held my elbow and turned me back. "I didn't call anyone beautiful the way you did it." He spoke possessively. "So think before praising any other man in front of me." He said as he released his hand. He rubbed my cheeks with the back of his palm. His eyes watched me with an intensity that I would wet my panties right now. "Whether I am with you or not, I want your full attention. The way my attention is only on you. I never look anywhere but at your face and your eyes. I notice everything you do. I think about you only, so I want to occupy your thoughts too. You don't know how I feel when you call anyone's name with those lips whom I called mine."He spoke, and my breath hitched to his words. I was speechless at his words. "Do you understand that?" He asked me, I nodded. "I do. Mr. Dylan Marcov. I am all yours. I couldn't rely upon anyone else but you." I said. He curiously