Lahat ng Kabanata ng GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Jeffery bent forward to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His lips pressed against Clara’s as he forced air into her lungs, the contact brief but sharp enough to send an unfamiliar rush through him. Goosebumps rose along his arms and spine, a sudden, electric tension that he could not ignore.He pulled back immediately and placed both palms on her chest again. His hands pressed down firmly. Each compression carried urgency, each breath he forced into her lungs a small fight against time itself.Sweat ran down his forehead, sliding along his temples and dripping onto Clara’s cheek, yet he ignored it. His breathing grew heavier, ragged even, as adrenaline surged through his body. Thirty compressions later, he leaned down again, his lips brushing against hers. The second contact was longer. Her lips were soft, warm, and unnervingly alive beneath his. A strange tightening filled his chest, an almost unbearable surge that made him want to hold her there, to forget everything else.

Clara pressed the button for her floor and waited as the elevator descended. The ride was quiet, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts. She was here for a mission, she reminded herself, and she had to keep her mind clear. Every instruction, every piece of research she had done, insisted that he was just a billionaire heir, rich, unpredictable and unstable. Nothing more. But the events of the evening contradicted everything she thought she knew.Minutes ago, he had spoken with sharp authority, and the next, his voice had softened with concern. Another moment, and she had felt treated like nothing, discarded like she did not matter. And yet, the way he had sent her out of the room somehow had hurt.She entered her room and sat on the bed, still processing. Her eyes caught the oversized shirt covering her. Her own shirt was gone. She sat up abruptly."What the hell happened?" she whispered to herself. Then fragments came back, the night, the alcohol, the dancing, the way she had p

Sophia remained smiling for a moment after sitting back down, but the conversation gradually slowed. Jeffery finished the last sip of water in his glass and wiped his hands with the napkin. The waiter cleared the table quietly while Sophia checked her phone and laughed softly at something on the screen.The light of the morning reflected off the window behind her, giving the room a warm and calm feeling that contrasted with the day ahead.After a few more casual words between them, Sophia stood and waved lightly before walking toward the exit. Jeffery watched her go for a second before rising from his seat. Logan had already settled the bill and was waiting outside the restaurant. When Jeffery stepped out, the car door opened automatically and closed back after he had settled in. The car pulled away from the restaurant and joined the morning traffic. Jeffery leaned slightly back against the seat and looked out through the window. Logan drove toward the location where he had made the

Their hands brushed as they moved together toward the door. It was a small, fleeting touch, but enough to set a spark between them. Throughout the ride, he kept stealing glances at her, a quiet, unspoken admiration. She felt his gaze, but fought to look straight ahead, keeping herself composed.AT THE VENUEThe building has tall glass windows, glowing gold and white, spilling reflections across the marble pavement.Outside, the red carpet lay stretched out like a swanky ribbon, bordered by fancy velvet ropes and security guards stationed at careful intervals. Every step toward the entrance felt monumental.Inside, the hall was a glittering constellation of wealth and power. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, dripping light onto marble floors polished to perfection. Waiters in black and white uniforms glided silently between guests, carrying trays of wine. Elegant sofas and lounge corners held groups of millionaires, politicians, and international influencers, each dresse

Later that night, Clara walked into her room while Jeffery returned to his own. Each of them carried different thoughts from the long evening. Jeffery removed his jacket and set it aside, thinking about the lady who had tried to trap him at the party. His men had already taken care of the situation and were now digging deeper into her. Whoever had sent her would soon be exposed.The report came not long after midnight. The lady had been picked up from the restroom exactly as instructed and questioned briefly before she was taken away. She worked at The Paragon nightclub. According to the information his men gathered, she had done this many times before. She would approach rich targets, offer herself freely, and lure them into compromising situations while a hidden camera recorded everything.Later, the recordings would appear as threats. The victims would receive messages demanding large payments in exchange for silence. If they refused, the videos would surface online or find their w