All Chapters of Contracted to the man who broke me : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ethan's POVThe clinic was quiet at the early hour of morning where sun just rise high and people were either doing jogging or getting ready for work. While I was sitting at the waiting room still holding the faint smell of last night's cleaning solution.Rain from the early hours had left the windows fogged, and the receptionist's desk sat empty. The day not yet properly begun.Dr. Whitfield walked into his clinic with his tie still hanging loose on his neck while hairs damp. He must have surely got a call from the security guard outside. And rushed here in hurry because of me."Ethan...?!", he calls my name more like a question. As if he wasn't sure its me.I stood up in response."What made you come here so early, like this?", he asks eyeing me from head to toe.I was still in my office dress from last night. Shirt was creased, few buttons open. Half shirt tugged in and half lying outside. A corner of it was also torned. Pant lying low at my waist. Mud and dirt all over my face and

Ethan's POVBy the time I reached Blackwood Mansion, the last traces of sunlight had disappeared from the sky. The grand estate stood exactly as it always did, illuminated by rows of warm lights that made it look more like a luxury hotel than a home. It was beautiful.But tonight, it felt suffocating.I took a slow breath before stepping through the entrance.Please... don't let me run into anyone.That was the only thing I wanted.I wasn't ready to see Adrian. I wasn't ready to face the servants' curious eyes either, wondering where I had disappeared to for almost an entire day. Keeping my head lowered, I quietly slipped past the foyer. Fortunately, everyone seemed occupied with their own work. No one stopped me.Without wasting another second, I climbed the stairs and hurried to my room, shutting the door behind me.Only then did I let out the breath I had been holding.The silence wrapped around me, but instead of bringing comfort, it only gave Adrian's words more room to echo insi

Adrian's POVAfter I changed my clothes I felt suffocated. My throat felt tighten and I was struggling to breathe.I couldn't be at this house anymore.Every corner of it screamed Ethan's name. Even my very own soul and mind was calling his name only.What to do with myself?!My heart was racing too fast against my chest. And I wanted to just go away as far as I can.Before I could know, I was driving through the empty streets, and the next I was standing inside the gates of the only place that had never belonged to anyone but me.The secret mansion.Whenever the world became too loud, whenever I needed to think without interruption, this was where I came.Tonight wasn't any different.And today there will be more space to me as she was out for work related things. Also, Mark was gone somewhere. While Damian was out with Noah, probably getting drunk and hooking up with someone as usual.It means there will be no interruption at all.No one will question my return. Not they will ask ab

Adrian's POVI didn't remember when the night had ended.At some point, the darkness outside had faded into dawn. Dawn had become morning. Morning had slipped into afternoon. Time had moved on without me while I remained exactly where I had collapsed.The empty Scotch bottle lay on its side.The photographs were still scattered across the polished wooden floor, surrounding me like broken pieces of a life I had believed in. Some had dried tear stains on them. Others were wrinkled where my trembling hands had crushed them during the night.Sunlight had crept across the floor at some point too. I hadn't noticed when. It fell in a pale stripe across the scattered photographs now, indifferent to what they were. Just light. Just another ordinary afternoon happening to a room that no longer felt like mine.My eyes burned.My throat felt raw.Every muscle in my body ached from sleeping on the cold floor, but none of it came close to the weight crushing my chest.Knock.Knock.Knock.A faint s

Adrian's POV The atmosphere around the dining table remained surprisingly lively. Grandpa had always possessed that rare ability to fill silence with warmth. Within minutes, the mansion, which had felt suffocating for days, echoed with his laughter. "So, Ethan," Grandpa asked while taking another bite of his dinner, "has this stubborn fellow been giving you trouble?" Ethan instinctively glanced at me before answering. "No... not really." "Hah!" Grandpa laughed loudly. "That means he's hiding it from me. Adrian has been impossible since he was a child." Mrs. Rosamand smiled from the side while Damian quietly served another dish. Grandpa continued talking about his travels, the doctors who had annoyed him, the food he couldn't stand, and how every nurse reminded him that he wasn't twenty anymore. Everyone laughed. Everyone, except me. I answered only when necessary. With a nod. Replying in short mostly. While plastered a faint smile whenever Grandpa looked my way. T