Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step son: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mr George's POVI slumped in my dimly lit room, my eyes cast downward, my shoulders sagging under the weight of regret. I let out a deep, despairing sigh, shaking my head in self-reproach. "I should have done things differently." I whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. A wave of guilt washed over me, its crushing weight threatening to consume me whole."Claire doesn't deserve this cruel fate." I muttered to myself, my voice low and laced with anger and frustration. The guilt still lingered, refusing to be shaken off, no matter how hard I tried. It had taken up residence in my mind, a constant reminder of my failure to protect her.My two trusted men, Anderson and Gerald, stood before me, their eyes fixed on mine. I spat out the question, my voice loud, harsh, and laced with a deadly seriousness. "Who attacked my home in my absence?" I demanded, my words echoing through the room like a challenge.Anderson, my personal assistant and bodyguard, fli

Mark's POVI fell into a restless slumber, my mind consumed by the image of my mother. But it wasn't the warm, comforting memory I was accustomed to. She was covered in blood, her eyes frozen in a permanent scream. "Mom... Mom," I called, as I tried to reach out to her, but my arms felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. The blood seemed to spread, seeping into every pore, until I was growing in its crimson hue.Suddenly, I jolted awake, my heart racing like a jackhammer. I lay there, disoriented, as the remnants of the dream lingered. But it was the sound that really shook me—the eerie, mournful wail of a distress call, piercing the air of the hotel room like a siren's cry. It seems to come from my black jacket, sending a shiver down my spine.I jumped out of bed and quickly reached for my jacket on the bedside white leather chair. As soon as I gained possession of it, I took my phone, and the first thing my eyes glanced on was the screen displaying 34 missed calls in addition to the la

Mark's POV A wave of worry crashed over me as I sank into the chair from Erick, my eyes locked on his with a mix of fear and accusation. "How did you know all of this?" I demanded, my voice low and even but laced with a simmering anger.Erick's expression remained calm, almost detached, as he leaned back in his sofa, steepling his fingers together in a gesture that seemed almost... calculated. "Let's just say I have my sources," he replied, his voice dripping with an air of mystery that only fueled my frustration.""I need to go right now." I declared sharply and rose from the plush sofa, "Wait." He said and reached for his jeans pocket; he brought out a folded brown envelope. "The most important thing is to save Mrs. Claire, but if you couldn't, I think she would like you to have this." He declared, his voice soft yet laced with confusion.As he handed the brown envelope to me, I turned to exit the room, leaving him alone in the old, rusty building. "Mark, remember not to trust anyon

JULIET'S POV I've lived my whole childhood thinking my father is dead, "My father is alive." I whispered to myself, my voice etched with joyous smiles, as a new set of hope washed over me like a plague.I'll let the wind blow me away if the only choice I have is to bend to his heart's desire. My heart desires freedom, yet I'm trapped, living in his bondage—a sophisticated prison, where the only chains are his rules, and the only shackle is his control. No mobile phone, no telecom, no connection to the outside world. Just me, him, and the suffocating silence of his stray dogs."Ha-ha-ha." I laughed, my voice low yet firm, "I would have to play along for as long as I could to get the right information from him." I declared sharply,As I lay down flat like a plank on the giant bed, facing the white ceiling above my head, my mind reeling with different thoughts, filled with the structure of my plans from scratch, bricks to bricks, walls to walls, pillars to pillars.Meanwhile, I awaited

Alex's POV"Olivia, I'm so sorry." I whispered to myself, watching helplessly as she stormed out of the room, her back to me. Without so much as a backward glance.I never thought I'd be the type to succumb to the old adage, "Nobody is above temptation." Yet, my mind still reels as I recall the fateful night I met Diana Ross, a captivating stripper who has been hooked on our tumultuous relationship like a fish on a line. Ever since our chance encounter at the club, Olivia and I had been entering from one issue to another.****Flashback****Last year, on December 25, 2024, I found myself coerced by my closest colleagues, Harrison and Kelly, into a night out after our office closure for the year. Both avid fans of good music, beautiful women, and fine wine, they had a way of getting me into trouble.We arrived at Silvermoon Club in Texas at exactly 9:23 PM. As we stepped into the dimly lit interior of Silvermoon club, the pulsating rhythm of the music enveloped us, and the air thickened