All Chapters of Non~Contracted: The Heart Doesn't Need a Contract to Break: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ϖϖϖϖϖNora moved under him, gripping him tighter as heat rushed through her.Every nerve drawn tight, every part of her screaming for more. Her hips rocked instinctively, chasing the ache thudding deep in her core.“Noah…” she moaned, lips parted, her voice shook with need.His mouth was still on her breast, like he couldn’t get enough. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice rough.“You,” she gasped, clawing at the jacket still clinging to his shoulders. Her trembling body craved skin, his warmth, his strength.“Good,” Noah growled.In one swift motion, he yanked off his shirt and sat her up. With steady hands, he slid the straps of her gown down her arms, letting the silver fabric pool at her waist.Nora opened her mouth to protest, but his kiss swallowed the words, burning and wordless, silencing her doubts.His fingers unclasped her lingerie. As he drew it down her arms, Nora tensed and turned slightly, feeling shy about her body.A wife. A mother of two. A woman whose bod

ϖϖϖϖϖNoah couldn’t take his eyes off Nora’s sleeping face.He couldn’t remember the last time simply looking at someone made him so happy; he laughed. She was curled beneath the sheets like a cat. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath soft and warm against his skin.After a brief conversation with Lucian last night, Noah had figured it out—James was never a real threat. He was Mira’s chess piece, her way of forcing him to wake the hell up and fight for what mattered.He’d been furious at first. But now… watching Nora sleep beside him, tangled in his arms, he couldn’t even hold the anger. Mira had pushed him, and for once, he was grateful.Because this… this was worth everything.He leaned in, kissing her lips softly. Then her forehead. It started as a peck—gentle.But then he gave in.His tongue slid into her mouth; he kissed her like he was still trying to convince himself she was real.****To be fair, Nora never expected to wake up with him still in bed.Hell, she didn’t even

ϖϖϖϖϖParisAva Marshall’s phone hit the marble with a violent crack that ricocheted off the pristine glass walls. “Brilliant, Ava,” she hissed, breath shaking. “Fucking brilliant.” Her pulse thundered so hard it felt like her ribs could crack under it.She paced, short and vicious steps slicing across the floor. “You really let yourself fall for him? Someone who can’t even respect you?” Her hand clawed through her sleek black hair, gripping the roots like she could rip the humiliation out. “He doesn’t love you. Not even a drop. And you knew that.”“God,” she choked, “you were just fuck buddies.” It tasted worse out loud, like acid.A moment of shaky silence. “This can’t be happening,” she whispered.The door creaked.Lucas stepped inside, hesitated at the sight of her face. “Ms. Marshall?”“What?” she snapped, whipping around. Her eyes were so red they looked carved from raw flesh.He stalled, visibly regretting entering. “I… uh…” his mouth opened and closed, and then, “I can come ba

ϖϖϖϖϖLos Angeles, CaliforniaThe soft rustle of paper was the only sound in the glass-walled office. Sunlight fell across the room, catching the faint silver in Rose Bamford’s pinned hair.She let out a long, worn out breath as she stared at the stack of documents on her mahogany desk.“This is a headache,” she muttered, not because of the files.Her problem wasn’t work. It was her son.“Noah …” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You foolish, stubborn boy.”Rosa was not the kind of woman people challenged casually. At sixty-five, she carried herself like someone carved from discipline and old expectation. Raised in the East Coast elite, her life had been arranged for her: boarding schools, etiquette, and obedience.But reality hadn’t cared much for her pedigree.Married young… far too young, thanks to a family scandal swept under the rug… Rosa had been forced to grow up fast. The miscarriages came first. Then, finally one child, before the sudden death of her husband.At twenty-three,

ϖϖϖϖϖMeanwhile, in New York—James sat at the dining table, visibly irritated, eyes flicking from the hallway to the staircase like he was tracking ghosts.“What’s keeping them?” he muttered, not for the first time.The comment grated on Mira’s nerves.“Why are you still here?” she snapped. “I mean, yes, I asked you to come, but your job’s done now, isn’t it?”James raised a brow, pretending to be wounded. “So... you’re kicking me out?”“Wow,” Mira replied with a mock-innocent smile. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”“Bitch,” he mumbled. “After using me, now you’re tossing me aside? That’s just cold. I’m family, remember?”Mira rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Family?” she scoffed. “My foot. The number of zeroes I had to pay your sorry ass just to show up… don’t get sentimental now. Your work is done. Now get out.”Before James could retort, the door opened and in walked Nora, Noah, and Lucian.“Well, finally,” James muttered, drawing Nora’s attention.“Morning,” she greeted, sweetly