Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Contract Not To Fall In Love : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Red Diamond Broth, MoscowThe night air was heavy with anticipation as Victor, Ethan, Lucas, and Julian converged on the Red Diamond Brothel. The sleek, modern facade hid the darkness within, a haven for Moscow's elite to indulge in their most depraved desires.Ethan's jaw clenched. "We'll get her."Lucas nodded, his voice low. "Let's move."The team burst through the entrance, guns drawn. Patrons and guards scrambled for cover as the Smith brothers and Victor took positions."Everybody down!" Victor yelled, his voice echoing through the lavish halls.The sound of shattering glass and screams filled the air. Lucas took out the security cameras with precision shots, while Julian disabled the alarms.Ethan and Victor swept through the rooms, searching for Ivy. Danil's men returned fire, but the team moved with deadly efficiency.Victor kicked in a door, gun raised. A guard fell, his weapon clantering to the floor."Clear!" Victor called out.The brothel descended into chaos. Panic-stric

Victor paced across his office, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Two weeks. Fourteen endless days. Nights spent searching, scouring every corner of Moscow. And still, no ivy.He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound shattering the silence. How could she vanish? Where was she? The questions haunted him, taunting him with each passing hour.He stopped before the window, gazing out at the city. The Moscow skyline stretched before him, a canvas of steel and stone. But his mind saw only Ivy.Her smile.Her sparkling eyes.Her laughter.Victor's heart twisted, a knot of frustration and longing. He thought he'd known Ivy. Understood her. But now, in her absence, he realized how little he truly knew. And how much he needed her.He turned back to his desk, his gaze falling on the photograph that lay there. Ivy's face beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Victor's chest constricted.He'd wanted to marry her and use their union to dismantle Smith's empire. But now... now he s

Ivy, Alexei, and Elena gathered around the dinner table, surrounded by the warm glow of soft lighting and the savory aromas of Elena's cooking. The day's exhaustion melted away as they shared stories of their adventures."Ivy, your pastry skills are improving!" Elena exclaimed, passing the mashed potatoes.Ivy's cheeks flushed."Thanks to Alexei's patient teaching."Alexei smiled, his eyes crinkling."Teamwork makes the dream work."As they laughed, Elena's gaze sparkled."Speaking of dreams, I have a fantastic idea! Let's visit Moscow this weekend."Ivy's smile faltered, her hesitation palpable.Alexei's hand covered hers, his touch reassuring."We'll be fine, Ivy. No one will recognize you."Elena, unaware of the undercurrent, nodded enthusiastically."Oh, it'll be fun! We can explore the Kremlin and visit the Tretyakov Gallery..."Ivy's apprehension slowly dissipated under Alexei's gentle pressure."Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexei's nod was almost impercep

Ethan and Lucas beamed with joy, their faces reflecting the relief and happiness they felt upon seeing their little sister Ivy standing before them, safe and sound. Victor Blackwood and Julian had brought her back unscathed, and the brothers' gratitude was palpable.Ivy's eyes sparkled as she took in the reunion. Her brothers, once wary of Victor's intentions, now welcomed him with open arms. The tension between the Blackwood and Smith families, once palpable, seemed to dissipate in this moment.Ethan, the elder brother, enveloped Ivy in a warm hug."We were worried sick about you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.Lucas, equally relieved, joined the embrace."We thought we'd lost you," he said, his eyes welling up.Ivy's tears flowed freely as she clung to her brothers."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to worry you."Victor's discreet smile hinted at his satisfaction. He had kept his promise to Ivy, ensuring her safety and reunifying her with her family.Julian,

Victor hovered Ivy, his eyes burning with desire. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his mouth ravaging hers.As he broke away, Ivy's gasps filled the air. Victor's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited her skin.He treated her body like a canvas, himself the artist. Every kiss, every touch, and every suckle was a deliberate stroke.Victor's mouth left a path of hickeys across her skin, marking her as his own. Ivy's moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch.His lips danced across her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. Ivy's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.Victor's hands roamed her body, shaping her curves and claiming every inch. His touch left her breathless, her senses reeling.As he explored her body, Ivy felt herself becoming a masterpiece, crafted by Victor's skilled hands."Mine," Victor whispered, his lips grazing her skin.Ivy's response was a whispered "yes," her heart belonging to him entirely.In that mom