All Chapters of A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MARK'S POV“Hello, Mark, it's Theresa." Theresa's trembling voice echoes into ears at the receiving end, making my heart skip a beat, and I stepped away from Juliet's naked ass, with my phone pressed against my face.“Theresa!" I repeated on the phone, as I walked slowly to the plush sofa beside the giant bed in Juliet's room; I waited. The atmosphere in the background of the phone went off.She began to tremble, her voice, her crappy voice, sending a new message to my ears.“Mark, please, you can hate me now, but don't hate my sister,” she spoke, and I listened attentively to what she had to say.This was a different Teresa, not the same Teresa I knew when we were in the institution, not the same Teresa who had Juliet under her feet, not the same Teresa who always wanted what others wanted, not the same commanding one. She's so different.“Teresa, what's wrong with you?” I asked, my voice was laced with confusion. Then I waited for a response. All of a sudden, she burst into faint te

OLIVIA'S POVThe room was dimly lit with soft fluorescent lights humming overhead. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptics and the faint tang of medication. The beeping of life-support machines and the gentle whoosh of oxygen tanks created a constant, soothing background hum.I sat in a worn, vinyl armchair beside the bed, watching Mrs. Claire's still form with a mix of sadness and concern. The soft beeping of the machines and the gentle hiss of the oxygen tank created a strange, hypnotic rhythm that seemed to lull the world outside into a distant, fading hum.I placed my hand on hers, then I spoke, “Get well soon, Mrs. Claire, Mark missed you, we all missed you," I prayed, my voice soft yet firm.Mrs. Claire lay motionless in her bed, surrounded by a tangle of wires and tubes. Her face was pale and gaunt, with sunken eyes that seemed to hold a deep sadness. A thin, almost translucent sheet covered her frail body, and a delicate, lacy blanket was draped over her feet.To one s

JULIET'S POV I pretended to be angry with Mark, but my heart still beat faster than usual whenever I remembered he wasn't present in the mansion anymore. "Theresa, you are evil," I whispered to myself as I sat down, my head bowed, gazing at the tiled floor, but not really seeing it.I was in the sitting room alone, thinking about what we had discussed, thinking about the night that was different from every other night; since he left, loneliness had caught up with me.“Mark, how could you not understand I was only trying to save our relationship?" I whispered to myself, my words hung in the air ,My life has been like the life of a meat tossed from fire to fire ever since Mark's absence was known to his stepfather. He has been tormenting me, and I'm not willing to give in to his threats.I still reminisced about what transpired between me and Mr. George last night; he almost had his way if not for God's intervention. Last night, at exactly 11 PM, he arrived at my door, unknowingly wit

MR JONES'S POVI couldn't explain the kind of anger I felt whenever I sighted Jones in front of me in this warehouse. After all I'd done for him, I was still dragged like an animal towards him—a friend, a brother, a man I took in as my own. And he took possession of all I had. NOVARTIS Company Limited was made with my flesh, blood, and sweat, but he managed to coerce me into giving it up.My mind reeled at every possibility of having the opportunity to slice his throat with a knife or a broken bottle on the floor beside his legs. But all this had not been fruitful, since I was heavily guarded like a notorious criminal in this warehouse, “Sin City," like he calls it."Oh, see who's coming to join us, my dear friend," Jones mocked, as I was dragged towards him in the dimly lit room where he sat comfortably, like the president of California."How can you remain comfortable calling me your friend after you locked me here for many years?” I questioned him, my voice low yet sinister.“I lov

JULIET'S POV I'm trying to comfort myself as I wept uncontrollably. The trauma of being forcefully seduced still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't blame myself for breaking down."I'm so sorry, Mark. I tried, but he was too powerful," I whispered, holding my hands together and clenching my fists in anger. "I know how much you will be hurting if you hear what happened to me," I thought inwardly to myself, imagining Mark's reaction if he hears.But my tears didn't seem to be just about my pain. There was something more, something that troubled me deeply. "What's wrong with my body? I feel so weak," I asked, sensing that there was more to what happened to me."Yes, last night... Just as I looked at myself, my eyes red and puffy, I took a deep breath before speaking in a barely audible whisper. “I think he drugged me.” This wasn't an easy thing for me. I knew he couldn't have had his way through me just like that. Thinking about Alon sends shiver down my spine.Alas, one thing he wan