All Chapters of Contractually Yours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

151 Chapters

Chapter 1: Contractually Yours

Chapter 2: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV “Fuck, he'll jump!” The voice screamed inside my head. Without thinking, I bolted across the street, water splashing around my feet with every desperate step. I didn't weigh the risks or consider the fact that I was already drowning in my own problems. I just got close and grabbed the man from behind, yanking him down from the ledge with every last bit of strength I had left in me. We hit the wet ground hard. The impact knocked the air clean out of my lungs, but my arms stayed locked around him instinctively, like letting go meant something worse than the fall I had just caused. "No—don't—please don't—" The words kept tumbling out of my mouth before I could organise them into anything sensible. Then everything happened at once. The SUV door suddenly burst open again. Another massive figure stepped out immediately. Before I could lift my head or even register what was happening, the huge man had already charged forward and sent a deadly punch to my side. I barely ha

Chapter 3: Contractually Yours

Dante's POV I was still thinking about his hands by the time I got home. The rain had already stopped, but I was completely soaked, as though I had stayed beneath it long after the storm ended. Water dripped quietly from my clothes onto the polished floor as I walked into my bedroom, my mind replaying the scene beneath the bridge over and over again. That stranger’s face. The panic in his eyes. The way he had run toward me without hesitation. I still could not understand it. He had looked young. Very young and completely terrified on my behalf. As though seeing me standing there had genuinely scared him. And then he grabbed me like letting go would cost him something personal. Nobody did that anymore. Nobody ever ran toward me like that. People usually concluded too quickly that I was so strong and I never needed saving. I exhaled slowly and pulled off my wet shirt, tossing it carelessly somewhere behind me before stepping into the bathroom. I grabbed a tow

Chapter 4: Contractually Yours

Dante's POV My mother never knocked twice. She had already crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed before I even fully processed that she was back, which was surprising because she had told me earlier she wanted to stay longer at the reception. “Mom, you’re back? I thought you said you wouldn’t be coming back tonight?” I asked sharply as I grabbed my shirt from the bed to put it on. Mom and I had attended a small private gathering that evening, the kind of formal event I tolerated purely because refusing certain invitations created problems I didn't have the patience to deal with. My mother had wanted to stay behind and socialise. I had left early. What she didn't know was why I had left early. The DirtyLink date. Three months of conversation with one person and I had actually shown up somewhere for someone. Sat at that window table for almost two hours watching the entrance like someone who still believed in things. They never came. Just a single message and

Chapter 5: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV Three weeks had passed since the night of the rain. Three weeks of disappearing into survival—sleeping in the restaurant’s laundry room, working double shifts just to stay unseen, and eating whatever scraps the kitchen staff left behind. My body had adjusted to exhaustion in a way that felt permanent now, like fatigue had become part of my bones. I didn’t go home anymore. Not after my landlord’s call. Men in black suits had come looking for me that same night after the bridge incident—I have no idea who they were. But I was certain there were loan sharks I owed money from different companies, debts I had stacked up and abandoned the moment my mother’s hospital bills began swallowing everything I earned. My landlord told me they were desperate to find me, even offering millions to anyone who could give them my location. They had even broken into my apartment. That was enough for me. So I stayed hidden. The laundry room in the restaurant where I worke

Chapter 6: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV The event day finally arrived. I woke up knowing today mattered more than any other shift I’d ever worked. The pay alone was shocking. I couldn’t imagine how many months of night shifts it would take to earn this much. I promised myself I wouldn’t mess this up. The gala was already in full swing by the time I stepped into the ballroom, already dressed in my waiter's uniform with a clean white towel resting naturally over my shoulder. I had been working for two hours straight and my feet already knew it, but the pay waiting at the end of tonight was enough to keep them moving. I straightened my uniform and focused. This was work. Nothing more. I moved through the ballroom carefully, serving drinks and clearing empty glasses, staying polite and invisible the way a good waiter was expected to be. Around me were the kinds of people I had only ever seen on television—sharp suits, expensive gowns, and quiet, confident conversations that seemed to assume the

Chapter 7: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV The entire ballroom was staring at me. Every conversation dead. Every eye locked onto where I was standing holding an empty tray while Mara performed her outrage for the room like she had rehearsed it. I stayed calm. Not because I wasn't scared, but because panic was a luxury I couldn't afford right now. Nothing scares me more than losing this job. I leaned slightly closer and dropped my voice low enough that only she could hear me. "You're still doing this," I said quietly. "Still cheap. Still petty. Still the same Mara.” Her eyes burned with rage but I didn't care. I simply turned around to walk away from the mess she had created with her own hands. But then, just as I was about to leave— Mara suddenly screamed, “Guards! Throw him out now! This is my party and I want him removed right now!” She cried, her voice cutting across the entire ball room. Before I could take any step further, guards had already rushed forward towards me. I stepped back ins

Chapter 8: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV The realization hit me hard—so hard I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I just sat there on the floor, staring at him, my bleeding hand dripping quietly onto the marble floor between us. I finally opened my mouth to speak—to say something, anything—but no words came out. Then he reached forward to help me up, but a sharp shard of glass suddenly cut through his palm. He barely reacted. Instead, he moved closer and grabbed my arm firmly to pull me to my feet. “Boss, you’re hurt—stop!” Shark’s voice rang out as he rushed forward, alarmed. But instead of letting go or stepping back, he suddenly lifted his bleeding palm sharply into the air, stopping Shark in his tracks. “Don’t come closer. I’ve got this,” he barked. And something in the way he said it—so calm, so controlled even with blood on his hand—made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t understand. God… why is my body reacting like this? Why the fuck am I getting hard right now? I haven’t been getting aroused fo

Chapter 9: Contractually Yours

Dante's POV My eyes opened slowly, like they didn’t fully belong to me yet. Everything felt heavy—my body, my chest, even my breathing. The white ceiling above me came into focus as I blinked a few times. I tried to move, but my body barely responded. When I managed to turn my head slightly, I saw the glass door beside my bed. Outside it stood my mother, Shark, and Dr. Camp—my personal doctor. I knew immediately that I was in the hospital. My eyes stayed on the three of them for a while, then I noticed the way my mom was standing like she had been standing for hours. Her body looked stiff, and one of her hands was pressed tightly against her mouth, like she was holding back a scream. Of course, I recognized that look. I've seen it before. She hates seeing me around the hospital. It makes her feel like I was dieing already. Shark, on the other hand, just stood there beside her, his hands folded behind his back—quiet and still, watching silently like he always did.

Chapter 10: Contractually Yours

Jem's POV I was still sitting on the cold metal bench at the train station, hunched over with exhaustion, looking more like someone abandoned there than someone waiting for a train. My eyes were half-open, blinking slowly, as though I didn’t even have the strength to fully wake up. I had slept here all night—yes, right here on this same bench where I was still sitting. I had drifted through the night like a homeless man with no family. After Mara had me kicked out of the party last night, I had begged for almost half an hour outside the estate gate, but nobody paid any attention to me. Even the security guards ignored me the entire time, like I was nothing but dust. I had begged for at least half my payment, but no one was listening. I knew the settlement had ended in an ugly way. It was really bad. But how was that supposed to be entirely my fault? Everyone was so focused on Dante when he collapsed that no one even noticed when Mara ordered the guards to drag me out

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