All Chapters of GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

‎A full month had passed since the day Adrian expected the world to wake up to news of Jeffery’s death, yet nothing of the sort happened. Every morning, the broadcasting channels carried their usual business headlines, market reports, and social events, but Jeffery’s name never appeared in the way Adrian had anticipated. There was no breaking news, no funeral announcement, and no whispers from the media houses that usually fed on scandals surrounding powerful men. ‎The silence itself began to feel wrong, and the longer it lasted, the more Adrian’s thoughts turned restless.‎He sat in his private lounge with the television running across multiple channels, watching the same pattern repeat day after day. ‎Jeffery’s company was still functioning, the stock remained stable, and official operations had not shown any visible cracks that would suggest the death of its leader. That was what troubled Adrian the most. A man in Jeffery’s position could not simply disappear for this long with

Jeffery let his gaze move across the remaining shareholders, taking in every lowered head and guarded expression around the long table. None of them spoke, but the discomfort among them had become too obvious to hide behind polished silence and professional masks.The removal of their scapegoat had not cleared the air the way they thought it would. If anything, it had exposed the weakness sitting at the heart of the board.“I know he was not the only one involved,” Jeffery said at last, his voice steady enough to make the words feel heavier. “A man like that does not gather this level of confidence alone, and he certainly does not attempt something of this scale without believing he has support behind him.”His eyes settled on Malcolm for a brief moment before moving to the others again, sharp enough to let every man in the room know he saw far more than they had confessed.“But since all of you found it easier to hide behind him, I will allow today’s lesson to be enough,” he continu

Jeffery got home. The house was calm when he stepped in, but he could already smell food from the dining area. Clara was at the table, arranging the plates neatly as if she had been waiting for him for a while. She had called him earlier to ask if he was almost home, and now she looked up the moment she heard the door.“You’re back,” she said, walking toward him.He dropped his keys and moved closer. “Yeah.”She wrapped her arms around him first, and he held her back. The hug stayed for a few seconds longer than usual before she pulled away slightly and kissed him. He responded without hesitation, his hand resting briefly on her waist before letting go.“You should go and change first, food is almost ready.”Jeffery nodded. “Alright dear.”He went upstairs, changed into something more comfortable, and came back down shortly after.By the time he returned, Clara had finished setting everything on the table. The food was already served, and she sat down opposite him, waiting.They star

Clara’s phone lit up again on the table, the same number flashing like it had been waiting there longer than it should. She watched it ring once… twice… before picking up on the third.The moment she answered, the voice came through like it had already been smiling before the connection even settled.“Hello.”It wasn’t just the word, it was the lift at the end of it, light enough to soften whatever mood Clara had been carrying.“So you’ve decided to pick up at last.”Clara leaned back slightly on couch, one hand resting loosely on the cushion as she listened.Something in the tone tugged at familiarity, not fully placed yet, but close enough to make her pay attention.A quiet beat stretched between them.“You’ve been calling?” Clara asked. A soft sound came through immediately, almost playful.“Dayyyys,” she corrected, dragging the word like she was amused Clara even needed reminding. “I’ve been calling for days.”Clara’s gaze dipped briefly to her phone, then lifted again as her tone

MALCOLM'S MANSIONThe garden hose slipped out of Malcolm’s wife’s hand and hit the wet floor with a soft thud. Water kept rushing out, spreading fast across the floor, creeping toward her slippers as if it had a mind of its own. She didn’t even notice it.Her hands were already trembling around her phone, pressed tight to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her upright.Her eyes were glassy, fixed on the screen, but she wasn’t reading anything clearly. Tears kept building until her vision blurred completely. Her breath came in short breaks, uneven, like her chest had forgotten how to settle.She tried to move, to run back inside, but her foot caught the hose behind her. Her body jerked forward instantly. She lost balance and fell hard on the wet floor, the impact echoing through her bones. The phone slipped from her grip and skidded away.Panic took over. She dragged herself forward, fingers scraping the floor until she reached the phone again. She grabbed it like her life