All Chapters of Contracted to the man who broke me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Author’s POVAdrian’s forearm was coated in blood, his once-crisp white shirt now soaked in crimson.For a moment, Ethan couldn’t breathe.The world seemed to tilt as his eyes locked onto the sight—panic slamming into him so violently it left no room for thought. His heart pounded against his ribs, erratic and loud, as if echoing in his ears.Then instinct took over.He rushed forward. “What happened to you?” he demanded, his voice sharp—but unsteady.His gaze dropped to the blood again, and something inside him twisted.“Why the hell did you come home instead of going to the hospital? You’re bleeding like this—how did this even happen?”The questions tumbled out, rushed and breathless. Adrian said nothing.Not a word.Ethan clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay grounded as he guided Adrian to the couch and pushed him down carefully.“Don’t move,” he muttered before hurrying off to grab the first aid kit.Meanwhile—After a night steeped in violence, betrayal, and the metallic sce

Ethan's POV:Very slowly I settled back into the corner of the couch so he could lean against me more comfortably. I felt the warmth of his skin. The slow rise and fall of his breathing against my side.His breathing deepened. Heavier. Quieter.He was falling asleep.I kept completely still. I kept my own breathing steady so I would not wake him. I looked at the side of his face. The line of his jaw. The way his lashes rested so still against his skin. Nothing cold in him now. Nothing sharp or shuttered. Just quiet. Just a tired person letting themselves rest.I lifted my hand slowly and stopped halfway. I stayed like that for a second. Then I let it come down gently against his hair. I did not stroke it. I just let it rest there. Like if I stayed still enough I could hold this moment in place and it would not go anywhere."Where did you go," I whispered.He did not hear it.He was already gone into sleep.I stayed there for a long time. The whole house was silent around us. The kind

Ethan's POVA soft smile slowly curved across my lips as he nestled into me, his touch so gentle, so achingly familiar, that it made my heart stutter.His large, calloused hand settled against my waist—rough, warm, grounding—as his one warm rest on the side and other arm wrapped around me like they had done countless times before. I could feel the faint pressure of his fingers through the fabric, steady and reassuring. His long lashes cast delicate shadows over his eyes, framed by thick brows that only made his gaze more intense, more captivating. There was something so effortlessly calm about his features, a quiet kind of beauty that didn’t demand attention, yet held mine completely. Even his breathing, slow and even against me, felt like something I had missed without ever admitting it.It had been so long since I’d seen him this close… close enough to notice every little detail, every subtle change—and yet, somehow, he still felt exactly the same. Just like old times.Never, in all

Ethan’s POV:Our lips were still locked when we stepped back into the room from the balcony. The kiss had already turned wild. Adrian’s mouth moved against mine like he was starving. His tongue pushed in deep, tasting every corner like he could not get enough. I kissed him back just as hard, my hands gripping his shoulders.He walked me backward without breaking the kiss. My shirt was still half open from the balcony. His fingers worked fast on the remaining buttons. One by one they popped open. When the last button gave way, he did not bother sliding the shirt off gently. He grabbed both sides and shredded it down my arms. The fabric fell to the floor behind us.Cold air hit my bare chest, but his body heat was right there, pressing against me. I moaned into his mouth. The sound came out low and needy.“Adrian…” I breathed against his lips.He answered by kissing me harder. His hands roamed over my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. I arched i

Davel's POV:"I'm tired....", I sigh heavily. "My head is hurting badly..."I slump on the couch as I enter the living room. My eyes close with the exhaustion and my head throbs badly with an irritating nerve-wrecking pain. I do not have an ounce to even lift my finger, forget walking till my room to sleep."Gosh... How would I survive this week?!", I groan."I badly need a holiday....", I pout. "I hope the weekend comes fast." I let out a sigh. Even the thought of going to work for more than three days is like a heavy stone settled over my chest. "When will my boss be back?", I exhale frustratingly.Tension and irritation running through me. God knows how but my boss got hurt, and now I'm all alone handling his work load and mine as well. My job role is more stressful and full of responsibility than I thought it would be. While that assistant of mine is also at home taking care of the boss. And poor me is working off my ass.I pout at my faith. When a large palm gently massage