Alle Kapitel von Contracted to the man who broke me : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Ethan’s POVI sat outside Adrian’s office, staring at nothing. I had asked for time. Just some time to think… to understand what exactly I was agreeing to. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became. There was no “thinking”; no “choosing”.The personal assistant role… that was permanent.And my actual job?The one I wanted to work for or have interview for? It is 'Temporary'. Basically… I had no choice.A small, bitter laugh escaped me.Last night, for a moment, I really thought I had the upper hand. Thought I made him lose control… even a little. But sitting here now, I realized how stupid that was of me."You can never win from the devil!", I sigh heavily.As in the end, Adrian was still the one in control. He didn’t even have to try.“I’ll do it.”I said it when I walked back inside. He didn’t look surprised, not even a little. Just nodded like he already knew."Of course he did."Within an hour, Adrian calmed me inside and handed me a new phone and an iPad.“Work devic

Ethan’s POV“Excuse me?!”The words slip out louder than I expected. My chest rising and falling unevenly as I stare at him.A test?All of that… just a test?My mind starts running too fast. Skipping dinner, sitting there for hours, hacking the system of company and accountant, checking every details. My head pounding, eyes burning, and that all for what?Is he really nuts? Or wants to whack out my ass for no reason?I let out a breath, almost laughing but it sounds wrong. “Are you serious right now? You made me go through all those files—”“I didn’t make you," he replied in his overly calm voice voice cutting me off in middle.“What?” I frown, confused for a second.“I asked you to find discrepancies,” he says simply, like he’s stating something obvious. “I never told you to finish it today.”My fingers curl slightly. “That’s—” I pause, trying to process it. “That’s not how you said it.”His eyes lift to me preying me sharply and watching as if studying my mind. “I said I needed the

Adrian's POV Morning came earlier than usual, I only slept for barely 4 hours. My eyes were heavy and voice was heavy but still leaving the bed I went to get ready. Getting into a brown suit with lemon yellow shirt I dress up for the day. Today, I have a important meeting and other things to handle. It's kinda very important day.Reaching downstairs, I find my breakfast ready and everyone present except one person. My eyebrows furrowed and a light scowl contoured my face."Ethan, is still asleep... I didn't wake him up as his body was slightly hot", Mrs. Rosamand informs before I could ask. "Okay, when he wakes up ask him to go to the Atlantic Hotel", I say sternly and she nods.My expression remain unreadable but my eyes said a different story which I try to hide from her. "But if he is sick, ask him not to," was a understatement. Finishing the breakfast I get into my car and send the termination letter to Davel, I want that person out of my company before I even reach there. I the

Ethan’s POVAfter the deal was finally closed, the atmosphere shifted completely. What was once tense and calculated turned into something lighter with relieved smiles, satisfied glances, and quiet pride. We gathered around for lunch, the kind that felt well-earned rather than formal.I took the seat beside Candia Auntie, while Adrian sat across the table, right at the opposite head, facing me.Even when he wasn’t speaking, his presence filled the space in a way that made it hard to breathe normally.“Ethan,” Auntie said warmly, dabbing her lips with a napkin, “why don’t you come over this weekend?”My hand paused mid-air and instinctively my eyes shifted to him straight. Adrian was already looking at me, waiting for me to speak while his face holds a tease.Gees… why does he have to look so intimidating without even trying?“Umm…” I forced a small smile, turning back to her. “Soon, I’ll come meet you, Auntie. But… not this weekend.”A soft, polite refusal I made, sighing softly. She

Third Person POV“There should be no mistake… and make sure no one sees you.”The voice was low, controlled yet edged with firmness like a warning.The back gate lobby of the club was a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The music was reduced to a distant, dull thump like a heartbeat muffled behind walls. A single flickering light hung overhead while the air smelled faintly of spilled alcohol, damp concrete, and something metallic that lingered too long to ignore.An emergency exit sign glowed weakly in the corner, its green light barely cutting through the dimness.“Time is slipping like fine sand,” the masked man replied, his voice hushed but urgent. “You need to hurry.”A faint line formed between the other man’s brows.Sweat gathered along his forehead despite the cool air, sliding slowly down the side of his face. His posture remained steady, but his fingers curled slightly at his sides tight, restrained.“I know that…” he muttered.His gaze moved instinctively, sweeping the lob