Lahat ng Kabanata ng ONLY YOU, NO CONTRACT: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Tell me everything is perfect!" Tiffany said, her voice sharp but fragile as she glanced around the boutique. Her eyes flitted over every detail—the pristine white walls, the golden racks adorned with designer clothing, and the faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. "You worry too much." Noami leaned against the counter, her tone light but laced with reassurance. "I'm sure everything went off without a hitch today. The sales target was over a hundred million dollars. I'd say that's a roaring success!" She smirked, adding playfully, "I guess being a trophy wife does have its perks."A slight smile tugged at Tiffany’s lips. Noami softened her tone, exhaling a small sigh of relief. "But, uh... why a boutique, though? I mean, after everything that happened with Kai—" Noami froze mid-sentence, her hand flying to cover her mouth.Tiffany’s expression shifted instantly, her face turning stony. Her dark eyes closed off like shutters. The uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

The following morning. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Kai stood mesmerized by the sight before him. He placed it gently on the table beside the bed a glass of apple juice. His gaze lingered on Tiffany, peacefully curled up in his bed. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each breath soft and quiet. The sunlight slipped through the curtains, giving a warm glow around her. The delicate curve of her lips, the faint flutter of her eyelashes, and the blush that lingered on her cheeks. From the very first day he saw her asleep. It's a sight he loved to see. But suddenly, her expression changed. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes twitched beneath her closed lids. A flicker of fear flashed her face, then deepened. Whimpers, low and distressed, escaped her lips and underneath the soft blankets, her body moved restlessly. She looked like she was having a nightmare. Kai’s brows furrowed, and he rushed to her side, his wide eyes darting between hers, trying to figure out w

As the elevator to the apartment dinged open. Tiffany hurriedly put in the passcode and entered their apartment. "Mom?" She screamed, dropping her coat and bags as she rushed into the living room. Relief struck her heart as she found her mother sitting peacefully on the couch, smiling at the television. Tiffany rushed to her, hugging her tightly, tears pouring from her eyes. "I thought I lost you, Mom! Thank God you're okay! Thank God you're okay!" She cried in her mother's arms.But Victoria was too focused on the television, not minding Tiffany, who cried nonstop. "Let me see. Did he hurt you? Mom, do you feel any pain?" She asked, but Victoria said nothing. Tiffany looked to the other side. Noami looked worried, her eyes flicking to the bouquet of flowers sitting on the dining table. "I'll be back soon, okay?" She said softly, getting up and walking towards Noami. "It's him. He dropped her off. He knows you live here," Noami said, handing her a small note. "My lovely Ashley,

The Next Day Tiffany arrived at work the next morning, trying to shake off the tension from the yesterday. The tension between Kai and Daniel had lingered in her mind. As she stepped into the boutique, her heels clicked against the floor. Her gaze caught Noami at the counter. Noami glanced up, her expression immediately souring. Tiffany ignored her cunning smile and walked into her office. She sank into the chair, sighing heavily. "Good morning," Noami said, sneakily closing the door behind her. "You didn't come home last night. I wonder why," Tiffany said, her voice weak. She sighed heavily again, staring at the blank ceiling. Noami straightened, crossing her arms as she turned to face Tiffany. "Yeah. I crashed out at Daisy's apartment after a few drinks." Tiffany blinked and nodded. "You seemed to have fun after giving out my number and our address to Daniel! I told you I wasn't interested!" Noami scoffed, her li

As the day drew to a close, Tiffany was tidying up her desk when Elle, her assistant, walked into the office. There was a glow in Danielle’s expression, but her eyes weren’t on Tiffany—they were locked on the bouquet of flowers in her arms. “Oh, Elle, seems you’ve got yourself a date. Flowers, huh?” Tiffany teased lightly, glancing up from her papers. But Elle shook her head, her lips curving in a small smile.“No, Miss Halton. They’re for you,” Elle said, setting the bouquet gently on the desk as though it were something precious. “They’re gorgeous.”Tiffany stared at the flowers, her expression unreadable. The tulips were beautiful, pristine white blooms arranged in a way that was both elegant and expensive. Each petal looked soft, perfectly curled at the edges, as if they’d just bloomed that morning. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against a stem before looking back at Elle, who was watching her intently.“I didn’t know you had a man, Miss Halton. You always seemed…