All Chapters of Owned By Contract : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ingrid Alessia’s point of view Our final day in Bora Bora felt like the island was gently urging us to linger. The scent of the ocean clung to the breeze, mingling with the warm aroma of croissants from the bakery near the docks. I stayed still for a while, curled beneath the sheets, ayokong bumangon. Ayokong tanggapin na tapos na ang lahat. But then, naramdaman ko ang braso ni Leonhardt sa bewang ko, followed by his voice drowsy in my ear. “Five more minutes or we stay here forever.” I smiled against the pillow. “Last day na nga lang tapos magmukmok pa tayo rito?” He groaned, half-asleep. “Exactly.” Eventually, we pulled ourselves out of bed, had breakfast on the deck with the sea stretched endlessly before us, then wandered through the village’s local market. Doon kami naghanap ng souvenirs, something for Joanna, who had probably been panicking over my inbox for days now, and Wayne, who, let’s be real, would sulk if I brought back just one thing. “Do you think he’d like these

Leonhardt Dietrich's point of view Maaga pa lang, nagising na ako. Wala pa ring gaanong liwanag sa labas, pero sanay na ‘ko sa ganitong oras. I always liked mornings like this, payapa at walang istorbo, walang gulo. For a few moments, I could pretend life was simple. Ingrid was still asleep, curled up under the covers like the world couldn’t touch her here. Her brows were slightly furrowed even in her rest. Halatang pagod na pagod, from the flight, from the weight of that threat waiting for her in Manila, and from pretending to be okay when she’s clearly not, pero ang ganda pa rin niyang tignan. I slid out of bed, careful not to make a sound. The cold floor met my bare feet, and for a second, I just stood there, grounding myself. I walked to the kitchen and started my routine, brewed coffee, drank a glass of water, then pulled on a hoodie and joggers. Quick stretches with fifteen pushups. Just enough to reset my system. After that, I opened my tablet and reviewed some emails. Not

Ingrid Alessia's point of view Pagkauwi namin sa penthouse, I didn't even make it past the hallway. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my heels, and walked straight to the living room. Para akong sinabuyan ng buhangin sa mata dahil sa subrang hapdi at bigat nito na gusto ko nalang umiyak at magdabog. I barely registered the click of the door behind me. A moment later, I felt Leonhardt’s arms come around me from behind. Bigla namang tumulo 'yung luha na kanina ko pang pinipigilan. Humikbi ako ng mahina. “Hey,” he whispered. "It’s okay. I got you. Nandito lang ako, okay? Hindi kita pababayaan." He led me to the couch, settled down next to me, and allowed me to lean against him. My body felt all wobbly, like jelly and my mind feels like a battlefield. I pressed my palms against my face, trying to breathe through it, pero hindi ko na kinaya. “I worked so hard to clean my name before I even made one,” I choked. “One mistake, and it’s like they’ve been waiting.” Leonhardt held me

Ingrid Alessia's point of view Wala kaming kibuan ni Leonhardt nang nasa kotse na kami. Well, hindi naman siya galit. Hindi rin awkward sa feeling 'yung katahimikan. Parang pareho lang kaming emotionally drained. Pagpasok namin sa penthouse, automatic niyang kinuha ang coat ko at pinaupo ako sa bar stool ng kitchen island. He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his shoulders was enough. Ramdam na ramdam ko. I was sipping water when he returned with a cold compress. Wala siyang tinanong, dumiretso lang siya sa tabi ko at marahan niyang idinampi ang cold pack sa pisngi ko. “Masakit pa ba?” tanong niya na parang nanlalambing na ring boses. I winced. “Medyo lang. Hindi naman ako babasagin, ano.” “Still,” he muttered. “No one gets to hurt you like that. Not even her.” I stared at him. The way he gently held the compress, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. Kung ibang tao ‘to, baka isipin nilang hindi siya capable ng tenderness. But in this quiet moment, Leonhardt was just soft. A m

Someone’s point of view Tumawa ako nang mahina habang pinapanood ang replay ng audio file sa maliit kong device. The voice was clear, Leonhardt’s so strong and furious. “You come for her again, and I’ll ruin you so thoroughly you won’t remember who you were.” Grabe. He actually thinks it was Ashlie. Perfect. Hindi ko maiwasang mapangisi habang iniikot-ikot ko ‘yung flash drive sa pagitan ng mga daliri ko. Ang sarap pakinggan. His pride. His desperation. And All for that is para kay Ingrid. “Poor Ashlie,” I murmured but still grinning. “You played your part well, kahit hindi mo alam. Well done talaga. Thumbs up.” Sa ilalim ng conference table mismo nakaipit ang maliit na recorder. Nakadikit lang sa gilid, sinigurado kong kahit magpalinis pa sila ng opisina araw-araw, walang makakahalata. It’s been there for weeks. And finally, it paid off. Nang marinig kong inamin ni Leonhardt kay Ashlie ang galit niya, I almost laughed out loud. He thinks he's in control. But really? He's danci