All Chapters of The Heir Contract : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A few minutes later, Calla's head slowly tilted against the car window. She had fallen asleep, still lost in her thoughts, and still wrapped in Julian's coat. With his jaw tight and his knuckles white on the steering wheel, Julian glanced at her. And for a moment, his hard expression softened and the rage cleared from his eyes. Reaching out with one hand, he gently brushed back the loose strand of hair that fell across her cheek, almost too carefully for a man like him. But the softness didn't last.Darkness clouded his eyes, and the anger that had been boiling in his chest since the club roared back to life. The club owners. They dared to believe Delaney's lies while Calla was dragged out like a thief.Then, the securities. They touched her, they put their filthy hands on what was his while the police cuffed and humiliated her in front of everyone, as if she was nothing.And Delaney, that spoiled little shît. She and her pathetic friends thought they were untouchable. They thought

Her gaze darted towards the field where Julian and a few men, dressed just like him, stood. She had seen all of them before—tycoons and people whose names carried weight. Looking down at herself, she suddenly felt too underdressed. But she didn't have much time to dwell on it, because Rina tugged her toward the poolside. "Come, darling," Rina said in her most dramatic tone. "If we're going to be side characters in this drama, we might as well do it in style. I call dibs on the biggest sunbed.""Rina..." Calla whispered, shooting nervous glances around. "Do you even realize where we are? This is not... this is not just any club. This is the billionaires club.""Please. I do know how fûcking expensive it must be just to breathe here" Rina replied and plopped down on a lounge chair with a smug smile. "But I don't care. Let the billionaires pay for the air while we inhale it for free."Calla rolled her eyes and sank into the chair beside her. "I still can't believe you're here. One hour

Julian tilted his head slightly. "What statement?" "The one where you said I was yours," Calla whispered, stifling a shiver from his stare.Julian looked at her for a long moment, then downed his champagne in one go. He had promised he wouldn't go down this road with her. He had promised to keep her at a faraway distance and never get too close.But the more he tried, the more he realized there was nothing about this woman he could stay away from. Not when she looked at her like that—like he was everything and nothing at the same time. Not when she asked questions and shivered at the answers. Not when...This was never supposed to happen. But fûck it. "Yeah. That’s the reason." For a moment, Calla couldn't move. That's the reason... the words repeated in her head and she couldn't blink. She just stared at him as if he had grown four heads. "But I don't understand," She finally forced out, shaking her head in disbelief. "One minute, you're angry at me because of a tiny lily, and the

Calla opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light all around her. At first, everything was blurry and she couldn't make sense of where she was. Her body felt weak and her head felt heavy, like it didn't belong to her, but when her vision cleared a bit, she saw someone sitting beside her bed. He was leaning forward on the chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his head dipped between his shoulders. Calla blinked, confused. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry and no words came out.What was he doing there?As if sensing she had finally woken up, Vernon looked up at once. He had been staring for hours, waiting for the moment she would finally wake. And now she did, he didn't know how to feel."You're awake," He finally said. Then, after a pause, the name slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. "Vernice…" The name struck her and she furrowed her brows. Vernice? Suddenly, a sound broke through the fog in her head and she heard a younger voice, call

Malric thrashed under him, refusing to answer. Gripping his hair tight, Julian dragged his head up and slammed it back on the chessboard."Don't make me ask again. Left. Or. Right?""Left!" Malric finally shouted in response. Of course, he wouldn't choose his right hand, which was his favorite, and Julian knew that. "Left, you son of a b*tch!" Fair enough, right it is.With that, Julian cut off his right hand and Malric screamed in agony. He clutched at the stump where his right hand had been and howled louder when he realized the empty space. "I said, left!"Julian quietly picked the severed hand off the table and slid the gold ring from the middle finger. "You wasted my time. And besides," He held up the bloody ring and looked at it, "I said the hand... and the fûcking ring."The guards didn't move to help. They only placed the severed hand into a black box and sealed it, while Malric continued screaming and cursing. "After all these years, why did you come here?" Malric screamed