บททั้งหมดของ Contractually Yours: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Dante's POV I didn’t fully trust the services of this hospital so I immediately paid all the bills and had him transferred to Aurelius Advanced Medical Centre, the same hospital where Jem's mother was being treated. By the time my mom and I arrived, Jem had already been settled in one of the VVIP wards. The doctors said he was stable and responding well, and that he might wake up within forty-eight hours. I exhaled for what felt like the first time all day. Dr. Camp had asked to see us immediately after, so we followed him to his office and sat down across from him in silence. The room felt heavy before he even opened his mouth. He didn't waste time. "Jem will be fine," he said first, which loosened something tight in my chest. "But there's something else I need to address." He slid a file across the desk toward us. "Something that concerns you directly, Mr. Dante." I took the file without opening it. "What you described earlier—about feeling Jem's pain—that's not so

Dante's POV After the nurses finished explaining everything to us, Mom and I finally left Jem's room. I had my mother's private driver take her home while I headed downstairs myself. The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I found myself craving air that didn't smell like medicine and bad memories. Jem had opened his eyes briefly. Just for a moment. Not real consciousness. Not yet. That was what the doctors had said anyway. Apparently, it was supposed to be good news. To me, it didn't feel like good news at all. It felt like standing in front of a door that was finally about to open, only for someone to quietly shut it again right before I could see what was behind it. I exhaled through my nose as I stepped into the afternoon sunlight, narrowing my eyes slightly against the brightness. Shark was already waiting beside the car. "I need a drink," I said the moment I reached him. “Yes, boss,” Shark responded instantly, rushing to open the car door for me. I slid inside an

Dante's POV Mara continued, shaking her head as more tears fell. “You don’t believe me… I can never do something like that… I can’t hurt him. I'll never hurt him, uncle—” “Shh… hey, it’s okay,” I cut in immediately, my voice softer now, controlled but steady. “I believe you, okay? I believe you. Just stop trying to hurt yourself. Please, just stop.” My eyes stayed on her face as I gently wiped her tears with the back of my hand, trying to calm her down. She let out a shaky breath, still trembling badly, and suddenly threw herself into me. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck like she was afraid of falling apart completely. “I’m sorry, uncle… I’m really sorry,” she sobbed against me. “I tried to save him… I tried to get him to the hospital fast, but I just… I just couldn’t—” “It’s okay,” I interrupted gently, pulling her closer as I rubbed her back slowly. “Stop talking. I know. I understand, Mara.” I held her as she cried into my chest. We stayed like that for a w

Jem's POVGod, what the hell is happening to me? I thought as I pulled away slightly from Dante.It just happened again. That same reaction—my body reacting every time this man gets too close.God, I hate this. I hate how I always get hard whenever he touches me.Why is it always like this?What is it about his touch?Whatever had just happened to my body right now, I didn't understand it and I hate that I can't figure out what exactly is going on.My fingers curled into the blanket as I pulled it tightly against my body to hide my erection.I could practically feel my dick bulging against my pants, the pressure growing worse as if it would rip through the fabric if I didn't find a way to handle myself.I can't let him notice what's happening to me.No, he can’t see this.This is so inappropriate.Come to think of it, I’ve never felt like this for anybody… except my friend on DirtyLink.So why is this man making me feel this way?I stumbled into his world, and now I can’t even explain

Jem's POV I sat there completely still, my phone resting beside me on the bed, but I wasn’t touching it anymore. I didn’t know how to tell DW that just imagining his name was enough to make me hard… or worse, that I was starting to see him through this strange man, Dante.I still didn’t look up to meet Dante’s eyes until he walked in completely, but he didn’t say anything at first.He just closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment.And then he sat down.Right there beside my bed.Close enough that I could feel his presence without even looking directly at him.But I did look at him.At least at first.Then I quickly looked away.Because something about the way he was looking at me was… too steady.Too focused.Like he wasn’t just seeing me, but reading me.And I hated how much it affected me.What if my dick decides to react again?I’ve just managed to calm myself down, only for him to walk in here again—with those same piercing blue, seductive eyes.My chest felt tigh