All Chapters of The Christmas Contract : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

171 Chapters

Turning Dreams To Reality

The movers were sweating, they've been moving boxes for a little over twenty minutes now. One of them nearly tilted a box too sharply and Melody’s voice cut across the half-empty café before she could stop herself.“Careful! Please, those boxes have fragile glasses. They’re imported. If one of them breaks, I will actually cry.”The man steadied the carton immediately and nodded. “We got you, ma’am.”She exhaled and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. The space still smelled faintly of old varnish and dust, the previous tenant had run a small print shop here, and the ghost of ink seemed to cling stubbornly to the walls.“Counter side,” she directed, pointing toward the far wall. “Not too close to the window. I want room for display shelves there.”Outside, the rumble of the moving truck idled low. Through the open door she could see James speaking to the driver, his posture relaxed, one hand in his pocket, the other gesturing casually. She couldn’t hear what they were sa

Another Loss

Logan woke up, the brightness of the morning light almost blinding him. His head throbbed before he even opened his eyes fully, he didn't know what time it was. There was a dryness at the back of his throat, the kind that came from too much whiskey and not enough water.He shifted slightly, that was when he felt it.Warm skin on his bed. He turned his head slowly, a woman lay beside him, long dark hair spilled across his pillow, her back to him, one arm tucked beneath her cheek. She wore nothing but red panties. For a second, his brain could not process how a strange lady was lying next to him, naked.He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked around the room as if something else might explain it. His jacket was on the floor. His shirt lay half draped over the armchair. A pair of unfamiliar high heels stood near the door.Memory came back in broken fragments. A club he hadn’t been to in years, Daniel trying to get him to leave, more shots and then he can't remember what happened

Better, Now You're Here

Half-packed boxes were scattered everywhere, some neatly sealed, others open with clothes spilling out of them. Melody sat on the bed, cross-legged, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. A pile of folded jeans rested beside her. She had been trying to focus, but her mind kept drifting.They were moving next week, and she was checking some home decor and DIY decorations online. She's seen so many nice things and now she could barely make a choice.It felt strange. This house had held too many memories, good ones, painful ones, confusing ones. She hasn't been here for long, but this house saw her grow from the woman she was when she came to New York, to the woman she is now.Tara appeared at the doorway. She was holding something carefully with both hands. It was a china plate. She didn’t step in, she just stood by the door.“Hey,” she said softly. “Do you remember this plate?” She raised it up for Melody to have a better look.Melody glanced up lazily, then her eyes widened. “Is

I'm Watching You

Melody slipped out of Logan’s room, going to grab a bottle of water. She just needed an excuse to step out for a bit. She reached the kitchen and immediately saw Miss Penelope standing near the counter. The older woman was on the phone.“Yes, Diana… I understand… yes… I know this is difficult…” Her tone was low and gentle.Melody froze for a second, not wanting to interrupt. Miss Penelope turned slightly and saw her. She quickly wrapped up the call.“Yes, of course. I’ll keep you updated. Take care of yourself, Diana.” She ended the call and placed the phone down.“You needed something, my dear?”Melody nodded softly. “I’m just here to grab some water.”Miss Penelope gave her a searching look. “How is he?”Melody exhaled slowly. “He looks… stricken. Like he’s trying to stay strong but it’s cracking underneath. But he’s holding up.”Miss Penelope sighed. “He has refused to eat since he came home.”Melody frowned. “What?”“I’ve tried everything to convince him that he needs to eat and

Emotional Support

The first thing Melody heard was footsteps, and her eyes fluttered open slowly. For a moment, she was trying to make sense of where she was. Looking at the unfamiliar high ceiling and the luxurious lights in the room, she turned and realization hit her.Logan was right beside her, sleeping peacefully, with one hand stretched over his head. She shifted slightly under the grey sheets.Memories from last night came flooding back, she and Logan having sex like they've been sex starved for years. He fucked her everywhere in this room and the flower vase on the floor was evidence.Last night she wasn't thinking, but this morning she hated herself. She hated that she allowed herself to be used again by Logan. Yes, he was mourning the death of his father, but her pussy was no consolation.She closed her eyes tightly, they had just crossed a line. She pressed her fingers against her forehead. “I need to get the fuck out of here.” She whispered to herself.She slowly lifted the sheets and slipp

Getting The Police Involved

Melody tried Tara’s number again, the number you are trying to reach is not reachable. She lowered the phone slowly from her ear.“Come on… come on…” she whispered under her breath. Straight to voicemail.She pulled into the driveway so fast the car jerked when she hit the brakes. The house looked normal, it didn't look like there was an intruder.Morning light spilled across the front steps. The curtains were drawn back. Nothing seemed broken as she stepped inside. That unsettled her more. How was the stranger watching Tara then?“Tara?” she called immediately, stepping inside, without shutting the door behind her, just in case she had to run out from someone.There was no response. The living room looked untouched. Couch pillows in place. Coffee table neat. No signs of struggle.Her pulse pounded in her throat, she knew she was being hysterical because Tara didn't mention that whoever was watching her, broke in.“Tara!”She hurried down the hallway, her heart was too loud in her ear

We've Got More Than Enough Time

Melody didn’t realize how tightly she’d been gripping the steering wheel until she pulled into the narrow lot beside the café. The first thing she noticed was the empty wall beside the entrance. The electrical box the artisans were supposed to have mounted yesterday still wasn’t there. Wires hung loose where something should have been installed. She frowned, they’d promised to finish this week. Their company business wasn't here either, that means they're running late. Parked across the lot was a white Range Rover Sport. James was here.Her stomach tightened again, but for a different reason this time. He was inside.She straightened her blouse, adjusted her bag on her shoulder, and walked toward the door. The bell above it chimed when she pushed it open, and the scent of fresh paint wrapped around her instantly. The place still felt unfinished, but at least they were making progress.He was seated near the front window, long legs stretched out, a magazine open in his hands like he h

Playing The Russo Sad Widow

The Russo mansion had never been so alive and so suffocating at the same time.Black vehicles lined the long curved driveway like a procession of silent mourners, their polished surfaces reflecting the flashing lights of cameras gathered beyond the gates. Reporters murmured among themselves, microphones raised, hoping for a glimpse of the grieving family. Inside the estate, the atmosphere was no quieter. Expensive perfumes mixed with the faint scent of white lilies that decorated every corner of the vast marble foyer. Voices carried in soft waves, condolences, whispers, business talk disguised as sympathy.And at the center of it all stood Diana Russo. She looked every inch the grieving widow the press had expected.Her black dress was a masterpiece of subtle extravagance, the fabric hugging her tall frame perfectly before flowing down to the polished marble floor. Around her neck rested a necklace of deep sapphire stones framed in black diamonds, each gem catching the chandelier lig

Enough Drama For One Day

Logan’s hand froze halfway to his lips. For a moment he thought he was imagining it. What was she doing here? Hanni stepped out of the SUV slowly, smoothing the fabric of the black dress she was wearing. The gown hugged her body in a way that was both elegant and understated, the square neckline framing her collarbone while the soft fabric fell in graceful lines down to her ankles. Her hair was pulled back neatly, and the absence of bright makeup made her look angelic.Yet even in mourning black, she looked breathtaking. Logan hated that he noticed.He dragged deeply on his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs as his eyes followed her movements.She closed the car door and looked toward the house, then she saw him. For a second, something flickered across her face, maybe guilt, as she walked towards him.When she finally stopped in front of him, the distance between them was barely a few feet. “Hey,” she said softly.Logan exhaled a slow stream of smoke before answering. “Hey.”The

Let Me Tell You A Secret

Logan stared at his phone for a long moment after the call rang out and still no answer.He sighed and lowered the phone slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as frustration and exhaustion mixed together inside him like two old enemies that had decided to make peace just long enough to torture him.“Guess she’s busy,” he muttered under his breath. Melody was probably at the café. It was late afternoon and he figured she should be busy now. Still, he had hoped she might pick up. Not because he had anything particularly important to say, but because hearing a familiar voice sometimes helped quiet the noise in his head.He dropped the phone carelessly onto the couch beside him. The room felt suffocatingly quiet. Logan’s eyes drifted toward the half-empty bottle of whiskey lying on the floor next to the low table. He leaned forward slowly, picked it up, and studied the amber liquid inside for a second before reaching for a glass.He poured himself a generous amount, then he lifted the glas

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