All Chapters of Contractually Yours: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jem's POV I lay there completely frozen, my back pressed flat against Dante’s warm chest while his long arm stayed wrapped tightly around my waist. The quiet whisper of his question was still echoing right in my ear like thunder. "Jem... are you hiding something from me?" His voice kept ringing in my head. My heart stopped beating for a whole second. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead, and my eyes went wide in the dark room. What did he mean by that? Or wait, does he know? my mind screamed in pure panic. Does he know I opened a particular app that I wasn't supposed to open on his laptop? Does he know I saw the red DirtyLink icon? Or does he just think I’m hiding something from him? "N-no!" I stammered out fast, my voice squeaking high and shaking terribly in the quiet room. "I’m not hiding anything! I swear! I’m just... I’m just really tired, Dante. My head hurts so bad." Dante didn’t move. He stayed right behind me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. He didn'

Jem's POV I sat there trapped in my seat at the big dining table, my body frozen completely solid like an ice cube. My phone was hidden under the edge of the table, showing the dark chat screen of DirtyLink. The words from DW were staring right back up at me: ‘Sorry for the late reply, little boy. I was busy taking care of a mess at the docks. Are you still waiting for me in that big room?’ And right across from me, at the head of the table, Dante was holding his phone in his big hand under the table, his thumb moving across the glass screen. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. I stared at his dark blue eyes, his long fingers moving on his screen, his jawline, his dark hair. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs that I thought everyone at the table could hear it thumping. It’s him, my mind kept screaming in pure, terrifying shock. It’s really him. I swear, Dante is DW. DW is Dante. The scary, rich man holding the power in this house is the exact same man tellin

Jem's POV I stood frozen against the bedroom door, my breath coming out in fast, uneven gasps. My shirt was still damp at the bottom from the spilled kitchen water, and my hands were shaking so hard I had to ball them into tight fists behind my back. Dante stood near the bathroom entrance in his dark grey sweatpants, wiping his damp dark hair with a white towel. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and heavy. "Jem," Dante said again, his deep voice dropping low. "Why are you shaking like that? Is something wrong?” My brain was running around in crazy circles. I couldn't tell him I went down to the kitchen and ran into Mara. I couldn't tell him she threatened me, and I couldn't tell him I knew he was DW on the app. "I-I just went to get water!" I stammered fast, my voice high and squeaky. "I was... I was thirsty. My throat was dry, so I went downstairs to get a glass of cold water. That's all! Yeah, that's all!" Dante tossed the towel onto a nearby chair. He didn't say a word as h

Jem's POV The moment the gate shut behind Dante’s car, the silence that settled around the mansion suddenly felt strange to me. And even as the car disappeared farther down the street, I didn’t move. I just stood there by the entrance for a while, staring at the closed gate long after the vehicle had already vanished from sight, my thoughts still completely tangled from the kiss, from Mara’s cruel words, and from the way Dante had looked at me before leaving. Nothing inside my head felt settled anymore. It honestly felt like my entire life had quietly shifted into something unfamiliar overnight, and I still hadn’t caught up to it properly. I eventually forced myself to turn around and walk back inside the mansion slowly, but even that felt strange now. My body was here, but my mind honestly wasn’t. Every few seconds my thoughts kept dragging me back to Dante again. The feeling of his hand against my waist. The way he had kissed me back. The brief look in his eyes before I ruined

Jem's POV My thoughts kept spiraling further and further out of control as I remained there on the bed, completely overwhelmed. The silence around me somehow only made everything worse, because the quieter the room became, the louder my thoughts seemed to grow inside my head. I honestly didn’t even get to realize how long I had been sitting there thinking before I finally forced myself to stand back up and start moving around the room, because if I stayed in one spot any longer, I genuinely felt like I was going to lose my mind completely. The rest of the afternoon passed strangely after that. I tried distracting myself with anything I could find just to stop thinking. At some point, I took a shower. Then I changed clothes. Then I walked around the room doing absolutely nothing meaningful before eventually sitting at the desk and pretending to scroll through random things on the computer even though I wasn’t paying attention to a single thing on the screen. Every few minut