บททั้งหมดของ Contracted to the man who broke me : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Ethan's POVThe message wouldn't stop staring back at me. My fingers tightened around the phone as my vision blurred for a moment. The words were simple, only a single sentence, yet they carried enough weight to send my entire world crashing down."Stay away from Adrian if you want to live."A violent shiver ran through my body. No. It couldn't be him.My chest tightened painfully as memories I had spent years burying began clawing their way back to the surface. Fear settled deep inside my bones, cold and suffocating. The cemetery that had felt peaceful only moments ago suddenly seemed unfamiliar. The wind brushing against my skin felt colder. The trees surrounding us felt darker.My breathing became uneven.The person I had spent years trying to escape from. The person who had nearly ruined my life. Was he back?A hand landed on my shoulder, making me jump violently."Ethan."I looked up and found Adrian staring at me. His eyes were sharp and alert, immediately noticing the panic wri

Ethan's POVThe party had slowly become louder as the night progressed.People moved from one conversation to another with effortless smiles, glasses clinking softly beneath the warm glow of chandeliers. Somewhere near the center of the ballroom, laughter erupted from a group of businessmen who were clearly drunk enough to forget they were supposed to act sophisticated.Meanwhile, Leon and I had successfully escaped the corporate battlefield.We stood near one of the quieter corners beside the long table of starters and drinks, pretending to be deeply invested in tiny pieces of expensive food while Adrian remained trapped in another conversation across the room."I still think these events are secretly torture," Leon muttered while picking up another appetizer.I laughed softly. "You're only saying that because nobody here laughs at your jokes.""That hurts.""It should."Leon placed a dramatic hand over his chest while I shook my head, smiling despite myself.For the first time since

Adrian's POVThe moment I stepped away from the ballroom, my phone vibrated again. Mark was constantly dropping text and calls while he was in the party too.It was agitating me.The music from inside faded gradually behind me as I moved toward the quieter stretch of the hallway, the laughter and clinking glasses growing distant with every step.I opened the encrypted file my spy sent and began reading as I walked, expecting another dead end, another wasted thread.Then my steps slowed."What is this?", I reply."We verified it three times, boss."I stood completely still in the middle of that empty corridor and stared at the report.Ethan's sister.The woman he had spoken about like she was the reason his entire world kept turning.The one he claimed was studying away from home, building a future he was personally funding from the ground up. The one he had spent years working for, sacrificing sleep, dignity, and God knows what else just to keep her afloat.According to every record w

Adrian's POVThe news of another attack spread through the underworld faster than wildfire.By noon, every major mafia leader, gang boss, and underground kingpin loyal to me had received a summons. No excuses. No delays. Attendance was mandatory. If the Ghost Rider could strike me today, he could become a threat to every single one of them tomorrow.The meeting was held inside one of my private conference halls, a room I rarely used for anything less than war. It was massive, deliberately so. A long black table dominated the center, its polished surface reflecting the cold overhead lighting, and armed guards stood at silent attention near every entrance. The air itself felt different the moment you walked in. Heavier. Charged. Like the stillness before a thunderstorm rolls over an open field.Everyone who entered understood immediately. This was not a social gathering. This was not a courtesy call. This was a war meeting, and every man who took his seat at that table knew exactly what

Ethan's POVAdrian disappearing the moment things started feeling good between us felt like a cruel reminder.A reminder that nothing between us was real.For a brief moment during that dance, I had forgotten everything. The contract. The lies. The fact that this relationship had an expiry date stamped invisibly across every moment we shared.Seven months.That was all we had left.Maybe somewhere deep inside me, a greedy part had started wanting more. More of his attention. More of his presence. More of the way he looked at me sometimes, like I was something worth looking at. More of him, in all the ways I wasn't supposed to want.Maybe that was why I had agreed to this contract in the first place. Not just for the money. Not just for the job.But now, staring honestly at my own conscience in the quiet of the night, I understood how foolish I had been. How thoroughly I had let myself believe in something that existed only on paper.Adrian and I were never going to have a future.Seve