All Chapters of Contractually Yours: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jem's POV Honestly, it’s terrifying how fast Dante can change from the man who was just standing in a kitchen with me, quiet and almost human for a moment, to someone who moves and speaks like he has already decided the ending of everything before it even begins. Like, it's surprising how just minutes ago, this same man had been standing very close to me, kissing me back slowly like the rest of the world didn’t exist around us, but now every trace of softness had disappeared from him so completely that it almost felt unreal watching it happen right in front of me. The warmth in his eyes was gone, though the calmness was still there, but it wasn’t the same kind of calmness anymore. This one felt more distant and dangerous. Like the kind of calm people have right before something terrible happens. And somehow, seeing that side of him standing there so naturally only made the tight feeling inside my chest grow even worse. Now I don't know if it's okay for someone to be used to chaos

Jem's POV Everything inside the room suddenly froze. Neither of us spoke immediately. I could physically feel panic crawling up my throat now because the expression on Dante’s face had changed completely again. Not anger exactly. Something quieter. Tired maybe. Like he already knew exactly what I had seen without needing to ask. “I forgot the phone,” he said finally, his voice calm enough to somehow make everything worse. I opened my mouth quickly, but nothing came out properly. “I wasn’t trying to—” The words died halfway out of my mouth because honestly there was no excuse that didn’t sound terrible. Dante slowly shut the bedroom door behind him before walking further inside, his eyes never leaving me for even a second. “You didn’t read anything, did you?” he asked quietly, his voice low and controlled, but there was something beneath it that made my chest tighten immediately. Something tense. Almost uneasy. It wasn’t a question. It was a confirmation. I swallowed hard im

Jem's POV Several guards were moving quickly through the living room while one of the maids hurried away carrying towels and what looked like a first aid kit. And right in the middle of all of it— Dante. The sight of him nearly stopped my heart completely. He was badly injured. Blood stained the side of his black shirt heavily, spreading all the way down his arm and across his back. One side of his face had a fresh cut near his eyebrow, and there was blood running slowly from it down toward his jaw. Worse still, one of his legs was injured badly enough that he couldn’t even walk properly anymore. He was limping hard while Shark supported part of his weight beside him, and every few seconds Dante’s expression tightened slightly like he was trying not to react to the pain shooting through his body. For one horrifying second, I genuinely thought I was about to faint. Mara’s words exploded violently back into my head immediately. “He’s a dying man, Jem.” “No,” I breathed out

Jem’s POV After Dante said that, the entire room suddenly became quiet again. Though it wasn't just any quiet… it was the kind of quiet that settles directly inside your chest and refuses to leave. I stayed kneeling in front of him with the bloodstained bandage still in my hands while my mind kept replaying his words over and over again. Somehow, hearing Dante speak about death so calmly felt worse than seeing all the blood earlier. It was the way he said it so easily, like he had already accepted it somewhere deep inside himself a long time ago. And that terrified me. Rain continued falling softly outside the mansion windows while thunder rolled faintly somewhere in the distance. The dim living room lights reflected against the blood still staining Dante’s skin and shirt, and suddenly everything about this moment felt too real for me to process properly. Neither of us spoke for a while after that. I quietly focused on wrapping the clean bandage around his side carefully while

Jem's POV For a moment after I turned around, everything inside me just stopped working properly. My hands were still holding the papers, the marriage contract still shaking slightly like my body couldn’t decide whether to drop it or hold it tighter. Dante was standing right there in the doorway, and even though he looked exhausted and still clearly injured from everything that happened yesterday, the first thing I noticed was not his wounds. It was his eyes. Because they were not surprised in the way I expected. There was no shock. No panic. No sudden anger. Just something calm and controlled, like he had already seen this scene in his head long before it actually happened. And somehow that calmness made my chest tighten more than if he had shouted at me. I tried to speak immediately, but my voice came out weaker than I wanted. My throat felt dry, and my mind was still spinning too fast to form anything clear. I wanted to ask him why my name was on that contract. I wanted to ask