Alle Kapitel von Contracted to the man who broke me : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Ethan’s POV"Stop...S-ttoppp...", Ivan taps my seat.The driver rolls the car to stop pulling the break and Davel ran out of the car first while Ivan followed. I turn to find them throwing up and my body felt creeped out.Ewww.....A shiver ran down my spine as seeing them I felt nauseated.The office was few walks away from here. My eyes half-lidded, body begging me to just… stay. To forget the keys. Forget Davel. Forget everything and ask the driver to drop me instead and leave this two here only.But reality doesn’t work that way.Sighing, I look at them, thinking to help them. But then unable to take the sight of them puking, I get down the car. "Take care of them, I'll just go get the keys fast!", I tell the driver and he nods."Okay sir!", he says. "But please come soon...", he requests passing a side eye at them."Okay..."I nod understanding his hesitation.Almost running the two minutes walk distance I stand outside the massive iron gates of Blackwood Company. For a moment, I

Ethan’s POVTwo weeks.Fourteen days of silence that felt heavier than any argument we could have had.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t explosive. It was worse.A quiet, suffocating cold war.I stopped speaking to him. Completely.Not even a glance unless it was absolutely necessary. Not even a shared space if I could avoid it. I learned his schedule without trying, just so I wouldn’t accidentally walk into him. And when work demanded interaction…At home I did his work before he wakes up and walk back to my room. Mrs. Rosamand and others baffled with my actions but no one questions as they know it's something between me and him.Today I was 10 minutes late."I'll have the breakfast in my room", I mumble to her. "Okay...", she nods.The clock ticks 8:30 am, Adrian to come down for breakfast. And I quickly try to disappear. Couldn't dodge him though but avoided like a plague. As though we bumped on the staircase, I silently passed by him and so did he.After that he left for office in his car

Ethan's POV:“You’re lying.”The words don’t just land.They settle.Heavy. Certain. Unavoidable.It feels like they sink straight into my chest and stay there, pressing down on something I’ve been trying too hard not to feel.Something tightens, sharp and immediate, like he reached inside me and pressed right where it hurts most.“I’m not.”The denial comes out too fast. Too automatic. Like I didn’t even think before saying it.His eyes narrow just slightly.He caught that.Of course he did.“Yes, you are.”“I’m not,” I repeat, forcing the words out slower this time, trying to smooth over the crack in my voice. My fingers curl tighter into his shirt without me meaning to, gripping the fabric like it’s the only thing holding me upright.His gaze flickers down for a second.Then back up.Stronger.More certain.“Then prove it.”The challenge sits between us.Cold. Clear. Unavoidable.It makes my pulse spike.“How?” I snap, more defensive than I want to sound.“Push me away.”My breath

Ethan's POV:Panic surged through me like a deer caught in red light. I yanked Adrian’s hands off me and shoved him back. He staggered a few steps, his eyes still darting over me while mine flickered between him and the door.“Ethan—are you okay?” a concerned voice came from the other side. “Adrian… open the door.”I gulped, my breath catching against my ribs.Scratching the back of my head, I searched for an excuse when Adrian straightened himself, fixing his disheveled shirt, running a hand through his silk hair. “Wait… here,” he ordered.I nodded.He took a deep breath, wiped his face, and walked to the door.“Yes, Mrs. Rosamand…” he said, voice low and composed. “What makes you bang the door?” There was a sneer in his tone, bitterness curling at the edges.“What took you so long to open it?” she shot back.I fidgeted with my fingers.It wasn’t like I was the sinner… but somehow, I felt like one.The ghost of his kiss still lingered on my lips. My body still remembered his hands.I

Author’s POVThe night refused to end.Ethan hadn’t slept—not even for a second.He had tried. God knows he had tried. But every time he closed his eyes, the same thought clawed its way back into his mind, tearing through whatever little peace he managed to gather.*Adrian… and Seraphine.*The image wouldn’t leave him.The same man who had been so close to him just hours ago… whose touch still lingered on his skin like a brand… was now with someone else.A woman.It made something ugly twist inside him. The walls of his room felt closer than usual, suffocating him, pressing in from all sides. He couldn’t breathe properly.“Who is she to you?” he whispered into the empty space, his voice rough from overuse despite barely speaking all night. “A distraction… or something more?”His jaw tightened.“And if she is your everything… then what am I?”Silence answered him.It always did.He let out a hollow chuckle, dragging a hand through his already disheveled hair.“A backup plan?” he mutter