All Chapters of Contractually Yours: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Author's POV She was already seated at the table, a cup of tea resting near her hand while she looked over something on the tablet in front of her. But the second her eyes lifted and landed on them, everything else immediately became irrelevant.Her gaze moved from Dante to Jem.Then back again.She did not say anything at first.She simply looked.Because there was something different.Something she had spent months hoping to see.The way Dante stood slightly closer to Jem without realizing it.The way Jem no longer looked like he was preparing himself to run.The way they moved around each other naturally.Something in Madam Frost’s expression softened.Her eyes filled quietly.But she did not make a comment.She did not tease them.She did not say anything that would embarrass either of them.She simply reached across the table the moment Jem sat beside her and placed her hand over his.Jem looked down at their joined hands.Then he looked at her.Madam Frost only smiled faintly.

Author's POV Night came heavy over the estate, the kind of night that did not feel like rest but like waiting. Everything inside the mansion had gone quiet hours ago, the corridors dimmed, the staff withdrawn, the world outside reduced to distant sounds that never quite reached the upper rooms. Jem had fallen asleep without realizing how tired he was, his body sinking into the bed as though it had finally accepted silence as normal again. But somewhere deep in the stillness, something changed.It started as pain.Sharp. Sudden. Right in his chest.Jem jerked awake immediately, breath catching in his throat as his hand flew to his chest. His eyes snapped open in the dark room, the ceiling above him barely visible, but the pain was so real it didn’t feel like his own. It was foreign, like something being pulled through him from far away. His breathing became uneven as he sat up quickly, his back pressing against the headboard. For a few seconds, he couldn’t even think properly, ju

Author's POV Mara did not rush.That was the thing about her that most people never understood. She was not impulsive. She did not act out of anger or emotion or desperation, even when all three of those things were sitting inside her chest at the same time.She acted out of calculation.And she had been calculating this for a very long time.***The folder on her desk was thin.It did not look like much. A few printed pages. Some handwritten notes in the margins. Dates, times, names written in her neat, careful handwriting.But every single detail in it had cost her something to collect.Dante's travel schedule for the next three weeks — pulled from careful observation and a source inside the logistics team she had cultivated quietly over months.His security rotation patterns — she had watched long enough to know which hours had the thinnest coverage, which guards rotated at what time, which gaps existed in the pattern that Dante himself probably never thought to question.The timi

Author's POV Shark did not come to Dante with rumors.He was not that kind of man. He dealt in verified information, confirmed movements, names he could trace. So when he knocked on the study door that morning and closed it behind him without being asked, Dante knew immediately that whatever he was carrying was worth paying attention to.Shark placed a single printed page on the desk."This came from one of my contacts in the intelligence network," he said. "Last night."Dante picked it up.He read it without expression.The information was thin — whispers moving through certain criminal channels about activity near the Williams business routes. Nothing specific enough to call a confirmed threat. But specific enough in one detail that made everything else secondary.The date matched Thursday.Dante set the page down."How reliable is this contact?""Reliable enough that I'm standing here," Shark said.Dante was quiet for a moment. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes moving

Author's POV It started with a phone.A maid's phone, buzzing on the kitchen counter, a notification lighting up the screen. She glanced at it without thinking. Then she looked again.Her face changed.She did not finish what she was doing. She left it. She moved fast through the hallway, her footsteps loud against the floor, her voice already breaking before she reached the sitting room."Dante Williams— " she said, breathless, the words tumbling out wrong, too fast. "I just saw it—they're saying he's— "She did not finish the sentence.She did not need to.Jem heard it from across the room and his entire body went cold.Not warm-cold. Not nervous-cold.Cold like something inside him had simply stopped working correctly."What did you say?" he asked. His voice did not sound like his own.The maid looked at him, realizing too late what room she had walked into, who she was standing in front of. "It's on the news," she said weakly. "A car accident. They're saying — ""No."The word ca