All Chapters of The Contracted Alliance; Accidental Marriage : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ethan’s POVThe city's buzz beyond the penthouse glass was a faint whisper. Grayson Holdings’ main tower rose majestically in the skyline, but this evening, it wasn’t the firm's growth or executive conflicts that occupied my thoughts—it was her.Leena.I had observed her numerous times—her gentle features illuminated by the warm glow of office lights, the firm yet compassionate manner in which she managed everything from business choices to unforeseen disorder. However, a change had occurred in the past few days. It wasn’t solely the intimacy of our shared secrets or the warmth of her hand resting on mine during strategy sessions—it was the quiet between our conversations, the way she gazed at me as if she penetrated the fortress I had constructed over a lifetime.And I hoped she would.This evening, following weeks of cautious separation and professional boundaries neither of us would breach, the atmosphere between us finally broke—delicate like spun sugar, sharp like glass. And I ha

Ethan’s POVThe sound of rain tapping against the glass wall of my office was steady—soft, rhythmic, like a lullaby only the sky could compose. I stared out, past the city skyline, watching how the dark clouds swallowed the last bits of sunset.But none of that compared to the storm that brewed inside me.Leena.Her name echoed like a silent whisper I couldn’t shut out. Even with everything, the corporate alliances, Grayson Holdings’ expanding global presence, the merger that took months to finalize, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Loving her was no longer a choice. It had become a necessity, something that stitched itself into my lungs, my breath, the space between each heartbeat.My phone vibrated once. Then again. A message from Zack:“You’re missing dinner, again.”I remained silent. Zack faced his own demons, and while I respected his skill in balancing logic and emotion, I hadn’t reached that point yet. Not this evening. Not with the recollection of Leena in my shirt, bare f

KARA’S POV“Every queen needs a kingdom. And I was tired of waiting for mine.”The aroma of jasmine and deceit hung in the atmosphere of the Stanford estate. I perched by the bay window of my suite, sipping champagne as if it were a virtue, observing the city sparkle under a sky far too calm for the turmoil in my heart.Zack and Leena. Once more.Their reunion was not only annoying—it was offensive. How could she possibly win again? Following all that I had accomplished. After all the plots, the suffering, the accuracy with which I etched turmoil into their existence. And still, there she stood… shining with triumph.The announcement of their re-engagement spread through the hallways like a blaze. Nina burst into my room earlier, her red lipstick smearing, fury heavy in her tone.“They’re hosting a dinner to reveal it!” she had exclaimed. “A dinner soaked in blood, Kara!”I did not reply at that time. I simply gazed out of the window, silently scheming.Now, in the soft glow of my roo

Leena’s POVSilence carries a sound.It exhales. It vibrates. It stretches and winds its way into each heartbeat until the world seems to be holding its breath alongside you.The lights went out just moments ago, but those moments felt like forever. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, so loudly that I could hardly hear Ethan shouting for me. Somewhere on my left, I caught Kara muttering a curse quietly. Niina softly uttered words that resembled a prayer.And then came Zack—his voice, firm yet sharp as steel—commanding us to remain where we were.Yet remaining still was unachievable when the atmosphere surrounding you seemed vibrant.“Everyone, remain calm,” Ethan commanded. I sensed his footsteps move over the rug, felt his hand as it located mine in the darkness. His touch was comforting, stabilizing. My shaking subsided a little.“Whoever is behind this,” Kara murmured, her tone piercing through the dark room, “wants us on edge.”“They’ve done it,” Niina murmured, her voice soft and an

Mr. & Mrs. Stanford’s POVThe chandelier hanging in the opulent dining hall sparkled like trapped starlight, casting reflections over a table arranged for ten — yet only two occupied it at present. The aroma of cooked duck and vintage wine permeated the atmosphere, gentle violins playing softly in the background. Still, beneath all that elegance, a subtle turmoil stirred.Mrs. Stanford — Eleanor — raised her glass of Bordeaux and scrutinized her husband sitting at the table. Edward Stanford appeared distracted once more, his fork unmoving, his eyes focused on a point beyond her, enveloped in contemplation. His formerly black hair now featured strands of silver, but his sharp, commanding presence remained as strong as ever. He was a man whose mere presence could silence a room before he uttered a word.“Edward,” she spoke gently, shattering the silence that had persisted too long. "You aren’t eating."He blinked, as if yanked from a different realm. “I’m pondering.”Eleanor raised a gr