All Chapters of GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It had been several days since Jeffery left the house, and the silence he left behind felt heavier than Clara expected. She kept calling him repeatedly, but his line never went through, and there was no return call either. Each failed attempt added another layer of unease she could not explain.Clara had stopped attending invitations and gatherings completely, something unusual for her usual composed lifestyle. She stayed indoors most of the time, moving from room to room without settling, as if waiting for a sound that never came. The house itself felt larger and emptier each day he stayed away.Standing in the living room, she finally spoke to H1, her voice lower than usual. “H1… does he always leave like this before I arrive?” she asked, trying to sound calm but failing to hide the uncertainty in her tone. The silence that followed made her more anxious than any answer could have.H1 responded in its steady mechanical tone, “I am unable to confirm that, ma’am. Mr Rothwell does no

Clara woke up slowly, her head feeling unusually heavy as faint sunlight spread quietly across the unfamiliar ceiling above her. For several long seconds, everything around her felt disconnected, like her mind was still trapped halfway inside a dream she could not completely remember. Even the silence around her carried something strange enough to make discomfort crawl through her chest immediately. “What kind of stupid dream is this… Jeffery with another lady inside this mansion. Never,” she muttered weakly to herself. She pushed herself upward slowly before finally looking around properly. The moment she realized she was not inside the main bedroom, confusion instantly spread across her face. Her brows tightened slightly while she tried remembering how exactly she ended up there. “How did I end up here?” She stepped down from the bed slowly and walked out toward the elevator upstairs. Halfway there, the memory of Jeffery suddenly returned to her mind all at once, making a sharp

The mansion remained silent long after midnight, yet the silence itself felt heavier . Smoke lingered thickly across Jeffery’s study while several empty alcohol bottles rested carelessly across the table beside him.The dim light above barely touched his face properly, but even within the shadows, the exhaustion inside his eyes remained visible.Another cigarillo burned slowly between his fingers while the untouched documents stayed scattered across the desk. The room smelled strongly of alcohol, smoke, and emotional destruction.Jeffery leaned back against the chair without moving much, though the tension around him made the entire atmosphere feel unstable.A photograph suddenly slipped from the half-opened file and landed beside his shoe quietly.Jeffery’s eyes lowered toward it slowly.For several seconds, he did not bend to pick it up immediately. The picture resting near his feet already felt suffocating enough without touching it. But eventually, he leaned forward and grabbed i

Logan approached Jeffery with a calm expression."Sir, your business meeting is scheduled in less than an hour. If you don't leave now, you will be late."Jeffery's eyes remained fixed on Clara.The distance between them was not large, but the air filling it felt heavier than what the room itself could comfortably hold. Every second he stood there seemed to add another layer to something already suffocating.Slowly, Jeffery turned to leave.That was when Clara spoke.Her voice cut through the space cleanly, without hesitation, stopping Jeffery's movement entirely before he had fully committed to it."If those people sent you something with the same mark on my back," she swallowed slightly as she steadied herself, her eyes fixed on his back, "and if some of my movements looked suspicious in the beginning… then tell me something, Jeffery."She took a small breath before continuing."Which of your assets did you actually lose because of me? What exactly did I steal from you that justifi

MALCOLM'S MANSION The mansion remained quiet despite the number of guards moving around the property. Ever since Malcolm’s wife disappeared from the nursing home three days ago, the atmosphere inside the estate had changed completely. Conversations became lower. Footsteps became careful. Even the guards avoided standing around too long, they feared becoming the next target of Malcolm’s anger. Daniel walked quietly behind Malcolm through the wide hallway leading toward the lower section of the mansion. The older man held a half-filled glass of alcohol in one hand while the other remained tucked inside his pocket. His face looked rougher lately, almost like sleep itself no longer stayed long around him anymore. “You know something funny about life?” Malcolm suddenly spoke while continuing forward slowly. “The moment a man finally believes he has everything under control, that is exactly when nonsense starts entering from every direction.” Daniel remained silent respectfully. M