All Chapters of The Seduction Contract : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The taxi stopped in front of the Blue Lantern Casino, and for a long moment, I couldn’t even open the door. I just sat there, staring at the glowing blue lights shining on the building like cold moonlight. The tall glass walls, the spinning signs, the loud music inside — everything felt too big, too powerful, too dangerous. I hadn’t been here in years. And I never wanted to return. But here I was. I paid the driver with shaking hands and stepped out into the night. The air smelled like perfume, smoke, and something sharp I couldn’t name. My heart thumped against my ribs so loudly it felt like everyone could hear it. People in bright dresses and expensive suits walked past me, laughing and smiling like this place belonged to them. I felt small, standing there in my cheap jeans and tired sweater. Just walk in, Freya. One step at a time. But when I pushed the glass doors open, the world inside nearly swallowed me whole. Lights flashed everywhere. Machines beeped. Voices rose a

The elevator doors opened into a quiet hallway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The casino noise faded behind us, replaced by soft lights, a clean scent, and silence so deep it almost echoed. Darlington stepped out first, calm and steady, as if nothing unusual was happening. “Come,” he said gently. “We’re only talking.” Only talking. But my heart thudded like it was trying to escape. I followed him into a wide penthouse living room. Everything inside looked expensive but simple. Dark walls. Soft gold light. Huge windows that showed the city glowing below. It felt like stepping into another world—one far away from debts, fear, and hospital calls. Darlington stopped near a low table. “Sit. You’re shaking.” I didn’t even realize I was until I looked down and saw my fingers trembling around my bag. I sat slowly, keeping my eyes low. He brought me water and placed it in front of me without a word. I didn’t touch it. I felt like any wrong move might break somethin

The air in the car turned freezing the moment the guard spoke. Darlington didn't panic; instead, he became deathly still. It was like his soul had left his body and been replaced by a cold, calculating machine. "Are the rest of the men still intact?" Darlington asked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the guard shiver. "Yes, sir," the guard replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But only five of our elite guards are in the meeting hall right now. The members of the inner circle are starting to panic. They’re scared, sir. The enemies have become much more serious and harsh. They didn't just scout the area—they came to kill." Darlington didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the car, his movements sharp and fast. He leaned back into the window to look at Freya. "Stay here," he ordered. "The glass is bulletproof. Lock the doors from the inside and do not open them for anyone but me or Kelvin. You’ll be safe here." Before Freya could even argue, he slammed the door and wa

me immediately. Understand?” Freya felt angry and playful at the same time. She smiled a little — but not a happy smile. In a mocking voice she said, “Okay, Mr. Protector.” Darlington heard her words. His face did not change. He just ignored her. He walked out of the office quickly and closed the door behind him. The room felt empty and quiet after he left. Freya kept working. She finished sorting all the files on the table. Then she remembered something. Darlington had told her earlier about an important file in the safe. She needed to find it and put it with the others. She stood up. She looked around the office. First, she checked the shelves. Nothing. Then she checked the cabinets. Still nothing. She started to feel worried. Where could it be? Finally, she went to his big desk. She opened the drawers one by one. She moved some pens and papers aside. Still no file. She got down on her knees. She looked under the desk. Maybe it fell there. She crawled a little under the desk to

"Yeah, about that, Freya..." Dr. James started, his voice heavy with a tone she knew all too well. "You know the surgery shouldn't exceed next week. We are running out of time. If we don't get her into the theater by then—" "Stop, Doctor," Freya cut him off, her voice trembling. "Just stop. Please... let me just see her." Dr. James sighed, a look of pity in his eyes. He pointed toward the end of the sterile, white hallway. "She’s in Ward 4B. The nurses just finished her morning check-up. Go on." Freya walked down the corridor, her heart sinking with every step. The hospital was a maze of beeping monitors and the hushed whispers of grieving families. She pushed open the heavy door to her mother’s room and froze. Her mother, Eugene, looked smaller than the last time she saw her. She was swallowed up by the large, stiff hospital bed. A clear plastic tube—the drip—was taped to the back of her thin, pale hand, leading up to a bag of fluid hanging on a cold metal stand. Beside her, a he