All Chapters of ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACTS.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Kai?" Tiffany called, almost melting as they parked on an empty tarmac. There was a sleek private jet parked on the empty tarmac. Their gaze met, and he smiled. Peter opened the door, and he got out. Walking over to her side. He opened the door, taking her hand. "Why are we flying?" She asked. "I thought it was just dessert?" "It's the weekend. Who says we can't fly to have dessert?" He asked with the smuggest smile curling on his lips. Tiffany held onto Kai’s hands as they walked up the stairs to the jet. As they climbed, she laughed softly and shook her head at his extravagant gesture. Kai took her hand and led her into the jet. As they entered, they felt the cool, luxurious interior with leather seats, polished wood details, and a faint scent of expensive cologne. The pilot, wearing a neat uniform, was waiting near the cockpit for Kai. He gave a polite nod to acknowledge them. "Mr. Winson, welcome on board." the pilot greeted. "Everything ready?" Kai asked, his voice smo

As soon as Kai stepped into his apartment, he pulled out his phone and dialled Peter. "Do you have any news about the Chase family?" "Ah, yes," Peter replied. "I dropped the file on your desk at the office earlier. Do you need me to bring it to you?" "Yes, immediately," Kai said. Within an hour, Peter arrived, a thick folder tucked under his arm. He handed it over without a word, watching as Kai flipped through the documents with intense focus. Tiffany’s father, Johnson Chase, had no official address listed. Just a series of P.O. boxes. His financial records were scattered with so many debts. He barely had anything to his name. The records for Tiffany and her mother. Ashley and Margaret Chase had stopped seven years ago. However, there was something tragic. Her mother had reported fifteen domestic abuse, but every single one dropped by her or Tiffany. Years after that, Ashley had a death record of poison, and her mother took her own life. If they had such records, how did he kno

Kai sat in the dark, watching Tiffany sleep. The dim light of the lamp beside her shimmered on her face. His chest ached as he took in her peaceful face, knowing there was little he could do to ease the troubles swirling in inside her even though he wanted to. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers hesitating before gripping it tightly. After pulling the blanket over Tiffany, he quietly left the bedroom, heading to his office. Sitting at his desk, he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. A familiar number blinked back at him, waiting. He could call. He could fix this for her. But should he? Should he let her fight her own battle? It was best not to provoke her any longer. A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned back. Just as he was about to put the phone down, it rang. Without checking the caller ID, Kai immediately answered. "Mr Winson, it's urgent," Peter's voice crackled through. "I just got word from London. There’s a shareholder meeting tomorrow at K.W.

He looked exactly how he looked years back, but her mother had aged badly. How was he still looking young? Her phone rang again, and she could see the caller. It was Kai. "Ashley!" He pulled her closer. "Look at me, sweetheart." Her gaze shifted to his, tears springing down her cheek. She shook her head as he leaned closer. "Mrs Winson? Tiffany. Shit!" Benson yelled, running towards her. As soon as Jonnson heard this, he got up, immediately running away. Tiffany folded herself tightly. His goddamn voice. His grip, they were still strong against her skin. It burned. Benson ran after him, but her eyes were glued to the fish he had left on the floor. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at the frozen fish lying on the tiles. The memory clawed its way up from the depths of her mind. Her mother’s trembling hands, the poisoned fish on the plate, the bitter scent. The rain that night. It was a memory she had buried. A memory she could have stopped that night, but she watch

"No. Nothing... I thought I should remind you, it's only us, only you..." Tiffany went silent for a second before exhaling loudly. "Yeah. I know that. I've got to go." As soon as she hung up. She turned to Elle, sighing heavily. "Do we have everything prepared? Have you contacted Cherry to know when the model will arrive?" "Yes. By noon, it means we still have time to prepare the venue, but why did you insist on using your boutique?" "Isn't the view nice?" Tiffany asked, smiling at the window. The only reason she had chosen this place was because of the beautiful view of the city at night. "Miss Halton, where should remove this hanger?" A deep voice interrupted. Tiffany turned in his direction, she gave Elle a smile before walking away. "Contact, Cherry quickly!" She said, walking into the storage. Hours passed into days, and the whole event had ended. She arrived at her apartment. Benson opened the car door for her, and tiredly she walked into the building until she arrived at