Todos os capítulos de Contracted to the man who broke me : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Adrian's POVEthan fainted in my arms as his body turned cold, and panic erupted inside me. I quickly picked him in my arms, and rushed outside to my car. The car was damaged and it infuriated to me. Those bastards should not be spared. I want them death but before that they will beg for mercy.Taking my phone out and walking out to the road, I finally found network on my phone. Quickly booked a cab and waited impatiently on the streets as I try to call Ethan."Open your eyes Ethan..", I grunt.Frustration bubbling inside me while my patience going thin. Just as I was trying to go by walking to the hospital the cab arrived.The driver was first hesitant by seeing me. As my shirt was soaked in blood and my wound with the pressure arising on it due to holding Ethan was oozing blood. I share the OTP and ask him to rush me to the hospital."Ok."He said after a pause. And the wheels started rolling soon.The 10 minutes ride to the nearby hospital was feeling like an eternity which passed

Seraphina’s POV:The warehouse smelled like blood, rust, and burnt wires.Cold rain hammered against the metal roof overhead while dim yellow lights flickered across the underground room. The man tied to the chair in front of us was barely conscious now.Good.Nick leaned against the steel table nearby cleaning blood from his knuckles while two guards stood near the entrance silently. The masked attacker coughed weakly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the concrete floor.Still refusing to talk.I exhaled smoke slowly from between my lips while watching him struggle to breathe.Pathetic.“You people really have impressive loyalty,” I muttered calmly.The assassin spat blood near my boots.“Go to hell.”I tilted my head slightly.Then smiled.“You first.”I stepped forward and grabbed his jaw hard enough to force his head upward. His face was swollen beyond recognition now from hours of interrogation.Yet still—No answers.My irritation grew.“Who hired you?”Silence.

Adrian’s POVHealing was irritating.That was the first thing I learned after being forced to stay inside the Budapest safehouse for over a week. Doctors kept calling it recovery. I called it torture.“Don’t move your shoulder too much.”“Take your medication.”“Don’t reopen the stitches.”Every sentence sounded like a threat to my patience. And Ethan became worse than the doctors.“You’re not supposed to lift that.”I looked up from the kitchen counter where I was trying to make coffee one-handed.“I’m holding a mug, not a car.”“That’s not the point.”His brows furrowed immediately as he walked over and took the cup from my hand before I could protest further.I stared at him. He ignored me completely. Interesting.Three weeks ago, Ethan barely argued with me. Now, he walked around the safehouse bossing me around like he personally owned the place.And somehow, I let him.He moved around the kitchen quietly while sunlight poured through the windows behind him. The oversized sweater s

Ethan's POVAdrian sat at the head of the table. Leon directly across from him. I took a seat two places down from Adrian, close enough to be involved, far enough to breathe.Marco opened the presentation while I quietly steadied myself.We had put everything into this. Late nights, revised drafts, heated arguments over numbers and phrasing and which version of an idea was strong enough to survive a room like this. I had reviewed every slide so many times I could recite them in my sleep.But knowing the material and watching it unfold in front of Leon were two entirely different things.Marco led the first section, the resort concepts.What we had built wasn't a standard luxury pitch. It wasn't five polished versions of the same dream repackaged under different location names. Each property had its own distinct identity rooted specifically in where it stood. The Amalfi project worked with the landscape rather than over it. The Bali location carried a community framework we had already

Ethan's POVThe silence inside the car was starting to drive me insane.At first, I thought Adrian was taking me to another meeting. Then I assumed it was a project site. Then I thought maybe he is taking me for a dinner."Ugh...", I sigh.After twenty minutes, I gave up trying to guess. Every time I looked at him, he remained focused on the road. Calm. Quiet. Completely unreadable. As if he was deeply concentrated on something in the back of his mind.The city slowly disappeared behind us. The crowded streets gave way to quieter roads lined with trees and old buildings. We drove farther and farther away from Manhattan, and the knot in my stomach only grew tighter."Where are we exactly going?"I wanted to ask again where we were going but I didn't. Something about Adrian today felt different.He doesn't seems angry. Not cold. Just distant. Which is unlike him.Eventually, he turned onto a narrow road. A few minutes later, he parked the car. I looked out the window and then froze."A