His Contract Mistress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The morning sun spilled golden across the villa, but the brightness only mocked Aria’s unease.She stood on the balcony, staring at the glittering sea. From here, the world looked endless—freedom stretched out in every horizon. Yet she felt more caged than ever.Behind her, the faint rustle of movement warned her before his voice came.“You didn’t sleep.”Ethan’s tone was casual, but the undertone was sharp. He joined her on the balcony, robe tied loosely at his waist.Aria wrapped her arms around herself. “I couldn’t. Too much on my mind.”His gaze lingered on her face, reading her like a book. “Dreams? Or guilt?”She flinched. He knows. He always knows.Ethan reached into his robe pocket and pulled something out. A slim black passport. He dangled it between two fingers, then tucked it into his own breast pocket with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.Her breath hitched. “Why do you have that?”“Because I realized something.” He stepped closer, trapping her against the balcony rail.

Nathaniel stared at the frozen frame on his laptop. Aria’s eyes told the story he already knew—fear, desperation, but also trust.Trust in him.His fist slammed the desk, rattling the glass of whiskey beside him. “She reached out, and Ethan buried it.”His right-hand man, Marco, leaned against the doorframe. “Boss, it’s risky. Blackwood’s villa is a fortress. He’s got men, cameras, motion sensors—”“I don’t give a damn if he has an army,” Nathaniel snapped. His voice was sharp, lethal. “She’s suffocating in there. And she chose me.”Marco frowned. “Did she? Or did she just see you as a lifeline?”Nathaniel shot him a cold look. “It doesn’t matter. Ethan doesn’t get to keep her like a bird in a gilded cage. She deserves freedom—even if I have to drag her out with blood on my hands.”Across town, Aria sat at the villa’s piano, fingers grazing the ivory keys. She played softly, letting music be her only rebellion.Ethan entered silently, watching her. His expression softened, though his

The villa was a fortress of silence, heavy with tension. Aria lay awake in Ethan’s arms, her ears tuned to every creak of the walls, every distant rustle outside. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones.Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. She dared not move, dared not disturb him—yet her body thrummed with the unmistakable hum of danger.And then it came.The first sound was subtle: the faint pop of a silenced weapon. One guard crumpled to the ground outside. Another muffled shout. Then silence again.Aria stiffened. Ethan’s eyes snapped open instantly, his instincts sharp as a blade.He sat up, dragging her with him. “Get dressed.”“What—”“Now.” His tone was icy, lethal. He was already pulling a gun from the bedside drawer.Aria’s hands shook as she fumbled for a robe. Her mind spun. Nathaniel. He’s here.Ethan pressed his back to the wall, gun angled toward the door. His voice was low, controlled. “Don’t make a sound.”Outside, shadows moved swiftly. Nathani

The corridor shook with gunfire. Smoke curled thick around them, the stench of burning wood and cordite searing Aria’s lungs.Ethan yanked her behind him, raising his gun toward Nathaniel. But Nathaniel was faster. He kicked the weapon from Ethan’s hand, sending it skittering across the marble.The two men collided like storms, fists crashing, bodies slamming against the walls.Aria staggered back, her scream swallowed by the chaos.“Stop! Please!”Neither heard her.Ethan drove his fist into Nathaniel’s ribs with brutal force. Nathaniel snarled, retaliating with a savage uppercut that snapped Ethan’s head back.Blood sprayed. The fight wasn’t elegant—it was raw, feral, fueled by years of hatred.“You took everything from me!” Ethan roared, slamming Nathaniel against the wall. “My company, my reputation, and now you want her?”Nathaniel spat blood, his eyes wild. “I didn’t take anything—you destroyed it yourself! And now you’re destroying her too!”Aria’s heart pounded as she watched

They weren’t just brothers anymore. They were executioners, circling, waiting for the kill.And she was the reason.“Step aside, Ethan,” Nathaniel said, his voice low, controlled, but vibrating with fury. “You’ve taken enough from me. Tonight I take back what’s mine.”Ethan’s hand flexed on the gun at his side. His knuckles bled, his suit shredded, his lips split open. Yet he still stood tall, cold, unyielding.“Nothing of yours is standing here,” Ethan said, tilting his head toward Aria. “She chose to be with me.”Aria’s heart jolted. Did I?Nathaniel’s eyes burned into hers, softer but sharper than any blade. “He forced you into his world, didn’t he? Contracts, control, chains disguised as silk. You don’t belong to him, Aria. Not truly.”Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “Funny. You call me a monster, but you’re the one who would rather see her destroyed than free.”The words between them were knives—each cutting her in half.Aria staggered to her feet, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Bot