All Chapters of A Contract Not To Fall In Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victor struggled to comprehend the situation. Ivy swiftly sat astride him, her legs wrapping around his waist like a vice. The gown she still wore had ridden up, exposing her sexy thighs, and Victor found himself entranced by the sight. He couldn't tear his gaze away, his heart racing with a mix of shock and desire.Ivy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she untied Victor's hair, her fingers caressing the long strands with a gentle touch. "I like your long hair; it suits you," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Never cut it, or I'll cut you."Victor chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers, but his heart skipped a beat at her words. No woman had ever made him feel this way before—like he was under her spell, unable to resist her charms.But then, Ivy's question caught him off guard. "Are you a virgin?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive.Victor's expression remained calm, but his mind reeled. How could she ask such a thing? Didn't she know who he was—the feared mafia lea

Ivy stood in front of the stove, determined to cook a decent meal despite her limited experience. She began by chopping the vegetables, but her inexperience showed as she cut her finger several times. She winced in pain as the sharp knife sliced through her skin, but she didn't stop. She kept cutting, her finger bleeding, as she tried to chop the vegetables into small pieces.As she moved on to cooking the meat, she accidentally touched the hot pan with her hand, burning herself. She cried out in pain, but still, she didn't stop. She kept cooking, her hand throbbing in pain as she tried to brown the meat.Despite her hurts, Ivy continued to cook, her determination driving her forward. She added spices, stirred the pot, and tasted the food, all while trying to ignore the pain in her finger and hand.As she cooked, the aroma of sizzling meat and steaming vegetables filled the kitchen, but Ivy's hands told a different story. Her finger was bleeding, her hand was burnt, and her skin was r

Ivy stormed out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet. She thought Victor was gone, but he was sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ivy felt a shiver run down her spine. Victor quickly looked away, his expression unreadable.Ivy's anger boiled over as she realized she was still a prisoner in this house. "I have to go home," she said, her voice firm. "I miss my brothers."Victor didn't look up from his laptop. "You won't go anywhere."Ivy's frustration turned to fury. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "First, you take my phone, then you imprison me here and don't let me talk to anyone. Does anyone treat their fiancé like this? You don't even know how to treat a girl. You're an animal."Victor's eyes snapped up, his gaze piercing. He stared at Ivy, his expression intense. "I took you out once," he said, his voice low. "Don't forget what you did."Ivy's face reddened with anger. "I was drunk," she spat.Vi

Victor sat on the couch in the hotel room, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Ivy earlier that day. The girl, Alexandra, came towards him, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She took off his coat, her fingers brushing against his skin, but Victor's mind was still with Ivy.He couldn't shake off the memory of Ivy's kisses, her touch, and her torture from that morning. He remembered how she had rubbed herself into his lap, teasing him, tempting him, and driving him crazy. His body had responded then, but now, as Alexandra tried to seduce him, he felt nothing.As Alexandra got down on her knees in front of him, Victor's thoughts drifted back to Ivy's angry words, her tears, and her accusations. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake by trying to replace her with someone else.Alexandra loosened his belt and reached for the zip of his pants, but Victor's body didn't respond. He was still thinking about Ivy's touch, her kiss, and her love. He remembered the wa

Ivy sat on the toilet seat, her hand wrapped around the liquor bottle. She had drunk herself into numbness, trying to escape the pain and anger that threatened to consume her. But even the alcohol couldn't dull the ache in her heart.As she looked down at her hand, she saw the blood flowing from the deep cut on her palm. Her stomach turned, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She was afraid of blood, always had been, and the sight of her own made her feel lightheaded.She tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn back to the wound. She could feel her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps. She was starting to panic, the fear of blood overwhelming her.Ivy's vision began to blur, and she felt herself swaying. She knew she was drunk but she didn't care. She just wanted to escape, to get away from the pain and the anger.As she sat there, she heard the door open. Victor. She knew it was him, even without looking up. She could sense his presence and could feel his ey