All Chapters of GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A guard arrived minutes later, Clara pushed past him, her hands shaking. “He needs a hospital! Please, help him!” she said, trying to lift Jeffery herself. His body was too heavy. She couldn’t move him. Logan shook his head. “Not hospital. He doesn’t go to hospitals. We take him home,” he said as he lifted Jeffery carefully, keeping his weight balanced. Clara stayed close. She touched his arm, just to make sure he didn’t slip. They moved through the debris toward the car. Clara checked his breathing and pulse constantly. Every time it slowed, she panicked. Logan moved carefully, one hand on the car door for support. Inside, Logan laid Jeffery across the backseat. Clara leaned over him, watching. She stayed close, pressing her hand lightly to his arm. Clara whispered, “Stay with me… please stay with me.” Logan took out his phone and called ahead. “Prepare everything. He’s coming home.” His tone was urgent. The streets were empty. The tires hummed over the asphalt. Clara’s grip o

Clara drove inside. She stepped into the general sitting room, her eyes immediately locking on Jeffery. He was there, seated, a faint smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. She was surprised to meet him there instead of in a sick bed. There was no sign of Logan or the nurse. Something about him was off, but she forced herself to move forward. She had waited too long to hesitate now.“My love,” he said, his voice low, almost casual, as if nothing had happened. She stayed where she was for a moment, her expression showing neither relief nor doubt. Jeffery rose, taking a step toward her, and she held her ground. His expression was soft, almost familiar, but her instincts warned her something was off.Her phone buzzed violently in her pocket. “Pest,” it flashed. Clara froze for a fraction of a second, then let her hand drop without answering. Edward. “Even worse than Pest,” she thought as her mind wondered what he wanted to demand again. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to

The car shot forward through the rain, tires skidding over the wet path before crashing hard into a tree farther down the slope. The impact echoed through the mountain road, loud enough to make the scene believable. Anyone who found it later would think reckless driving and bad weather had done the rest.Clara stood still for a moment, making sure the damage looked convincing. Satisfied, she returned to her own car and drove away from the mountain.The storm followed Clara almost all the way to the beach. By the time she arrived, the rain had weakened into a cold drizzle, but her chest still rose too fast, as if the mountain had followed her into the car.She stepped out slowly and walked toward the water, Edward’s phone is in her hand. The sea stretched before her, dark and endless, the waves striking the shore over and over like punishment that never truly ended.For a long moment, she only stared at the phone. Months of threats, manipulation, and the poison Edward had kept pouring

The room settled into silence after Sophia’s call ended. Jeffery lowered the phone slowly and handed it back to Logan, who stepped aside near the door. Clara remained seated close to him on the bed, her eyes fixed on his face as if now was finally the right moment to ask what had been pressing on her mind.“What really happened that night?” she asked softly.Jeffery’s expression shifted, the faint ease from the call fading into something else. He leaned back against the headboard before answering.“We were already on our way home when it happened. A truck came out of nowhere and rammed into our car. It happened too fast. By the time Logan regained control and got us out, the truck had already disappeared.” Clara's face froze in stunned disbelief. “Did anyone see the driver’s face?”Jeffery shook his head once. “No clear face. Everything happened too quickly.”“Can they trace the truck? Any road cameras? Anything to track him?”“The police are already handling it quietly,” Jeffery rep

The road to the cemetery stretched out empty under the early morning sky, and Adrian kept his eyes fixed ahead without distraction. The same route felt different to him this time, not because the road had changed, but because of what he was carrying inside his mind. The last time he travelled this path, everything inside him was unstable, broken by grief that had no structure and anger that had nowhere to settle. Back then, he had come here for a burial. He remembered standing in the same silence, watching the ground close over someone who had meant more to him than he ever admitted openly. He had left that day without direction, only with emotions that did not settle for a long time. Nothing about it had felt final to him then, only unfinished, like something that would demand an answer later. Now he was returning. Not in the same condition he had left in. The car slowed as the cemetery entrance came into view, and Adrian stepped out without waiting for anyone to open the door for