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

The air in the SUV suddenly felt very thin. Freya went quiet for a long time, staring out at the passing street lights. Then, she let out a forced, nervous laugh. "A spy? Really, Kelvin?" "Yes," Kelvin replied, his voice like ice. "I have my proofs. I’ve looked into your history, and I know things about you that my boss hasn't even considered yet." "Well then, prove it," Freya replied, suddenly finding her courage. She turned her head to look him straight in the eyes through the mirror. "If you actually had real proof, you wouldn't be sitting here telling me about it. You would have already thrown me to the wolves or handed me over to the police. The fact that you're talking means you're bluffing." "My proofs aren't complete yet," Kelvin admitted, his jaw tight. "I’m still watching you. Every move you make, every phone call, every person you talk to... I am right behind you. I know someone sent you here to ruin Darlington. I know you're a weapon meant to bring down the Knight

"What’s with that face?" Kelvin asked, his voice full of suspicion as he watched Freya through the rearview mirror. Freya leaned back against the expensive leather seat, a calm, mysterious smile on her lips. "What face, Kelvin?" "That serious face you’re making. You look like you’re planning a murder," he muttered. Freya let out a soft, chilling laugh. "Well... I’m just happy that my spy plan is finally working. You were right all along." Kelvin nearly swerved the car. He looked at her in the mirror, his eyes wide. "Are you being serious right now? Are you actually admitting it?" "Of course I am," Freya replied, her voice smooth and fearless. "Your findings were true. I am a spy. I mean, let's be real, Kelvin—who would want to be near the infamous Darlington Knight unless they were on a mission? Everyone knows he’s a killer. Why would I be here for love? I’m telling you this so you don't have to waste your precious time researching my background anymore. You have your answer." K

"I... I..." Freya’s voice caught in her throat. She tried to speak, but her words came out as a broken stammer. Her heart was hammering so hard against her ribs that she was sure Darlington could hear it. Darlington tilted his head slightly, watching her struggle. "What?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm. "Are you scared now, Fries? I thought you were acting all fearless a minute ago when you walked in here and challenged my men. So, what changed?" Freya’s breathing became shallow and fast. She was low-key terrified. The words of that man from earlier kept echoing in her head—that Darlington didn’t value women, that he only used them for his own pleasure and then tossed them away like garbage. She looked into his dark, cold eyes and felt like she was standing in front of a hungry lion. But then, the image of Anastasia appeared in her mind. Confidence is your armor. Don’t let him see you’re scared. She took a deep breath, forcing her shaking hands to be still. "Nothing changed

"A gun?" Freya repeated, her voice hitching slightly. "Yes, a gun," Darlington replied, watching her face for any sign of a crack. "You said you were fearless and brave, didn't you? A little piece of metal shouldn't scare a girl like you... should it?" "Of course not," Freya lied, forcing a fake, confident smile onto her face. "I should be able to handle a gun. It’s not like I’m scared or anything. It's just... unexpected." "Good. If that’s the case, let’s test those shooting skills." He led her to a large open space behind the mansion. It was a massive practice range with several wooden boards set up at a distance. Each board had a white circle with a bright red dot in the center. Freya looked around, her eyes widening at the rack of weapons nearby. "Wow," Freya said, her fingers grazing the cold metal of a pistol. "Why do you have so many guns?" "The 'why' isn't the point right now," Darlington said, picking up a sleek black handgun and checking the magazine. He handed it to h

"Me?" Freya replied. Her voice was remarkably calm, despite the way her heart was thumping against her ribs. She looked at Michael and Cynthia with a cool, steady gaze. "I should be the one asking both of you that question. I have a feeling you weren't exactly invited here." Cynthia let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed against the glass of the skyscraper. "Oh, please. Out of the three of us standing here, we all know who is the one usually found cleaning the floors. You never even finished school, Freya. If you came here to apply for a job, I have bad news for you—the only position they have for a girl like you is a cleaner with a mop in her hand." "I didn't come here to apply for a job, Cynthia," Freya said, her voice dropping an octave. "Then what are you doing here?" Michael cut in. He stepped forward, his face full of arrogance. "Oh, I get it. I guess you heard that I was coming here today to sign a massive deal with the Knight Group. You came here to try and get me back,