All Chapters of Owned By Contract : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Ingrid Alessia's point of view It was a rare moment that the penthouse felt quiet. Subrang tahimik, para bang hinihintay lang ang isang pagsabog. And true enough, dumating na ang mismong mga taong matagal ko nang hindi nakaharap mula nang ikasal kami. Ding. The elevator doors slid open, and there they were, my Mom in her usual pearls and pastel blouse, and Dad in his crisp barong, looking uncomfortable in a space too modern for their liking. “Anak,” Mom breathed, stepping forward with a small smile. “This place is, bigger than I imagined.” Tumango lang ako ng marahan. “Welcome po. Leonhardt’s in the study, lalabas din siya in a bit.” Her eyes roamed the living room like she didn’t know whether to be impressed or guilty. Dad didn’t say anything at first. But I saw the slight clench of his jaw. “How are you holding up? Sa mga nangyayari online?” I forced a small smile and gestured for them to sit. “We’re managing. Nothing we can’t handle.” Liar. I could barely eat yesterday. Th

Ingrid Alessia’s Point of ViewFirst official day ko sa Moretti HQ. And yes, kahit sinabihan akong assistant, alam kong hindi ito basta-bastang trabaho. Hindi ngayon na parang habang nakabitin pa sa leeg namin ‘yung bigat ng eskandalo, na  habang ang apelyidong Romano ay nasa gitna ng damage control, at lalong hindi matapos tapos yung issues kung marinig mo ‘yung mga bulungan sa elevator paakyat kanina.Everyone was polite. Too polite. Yung tipong may ngiti nga pero parang may subtext na, "So, siya 'yon?" binabaliwala ko nalang, hmmp flipping hair ganun.Leonhardt’s office on the top floor looked sleek and quiet. Pero sa tahimik ng paligid, parang mas malakas pa ang kalabog ng kaba ko sa dibdib.“Joanna texted,” I whispered to Leonhardt habang nakasunod ako sa kanya papasok ng office. “There’s no update yet kung sino nag-leak. But Jhoco’s threatening a full audit.”Leonhardt didn’t stop walking. “Let them audit. Kung wala silang makitang

Leonhardt Dietrich’s Point of View Hindi ko pa man tuluyang naibaba ang kamay ko mula sa hita ni Ingrid ay mabilisan naman siyang lumayo at inayos ang suot niya. Perfect fvcking timing, I thought bitterly, habang nag-ayos kami pareho. Ingrid tugged her skirt down repeatedly, her cheeks still flushed. Her lipstick was smudged, my fault. And I didn’t even regret it. I cleared my throat. “Come in.” The door opened slowly. Of course it was my secretary. Mataray lagi ang tingin, pero hindi ko pa naman nabalitaan na may pinaiyak siya ritong mga katrabaho. May hawak rin siyang clipboard at may pamatay na side-eye habang sinusuri si Ingrid mula ulo hanggang paa. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Moretti,” she says na parang hindi naman sincere. “I just need your signature on these urgent project documents.” Tumayo ako at kinuha ang files. “Could’ve waited,” I muttered, signing them without even checking.