All Chapters of Yours By Contract, Claimed By Fate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

The heavy silence in the ICU corridor felt thick enough to suffocate.Dominic didn't speak. The arrogant, self-satisfied grin had vanished entirely from his face, replaced by a sharp, uneasy squint. He stared at Julian like he was looking at a madman who had just tossed a live grenade onto the floor between them."Thirty percent," Dominic repeated, his voice losing its polished composure, dropping into a quick, defensive pitch. "You're offering thirty percent of Vance Enterprises. That's three hundred million dollars in voting assets, Julian. You lose control of the board.""I don't care about the board," Julian said flatly. His hand didn't shake. The heavy black Montblanc pen hovered two inches above the contract line, ready to drop. "Sign the transfer authorization for the serum, or close the briefcase and get out of my sight so I can find another way."Evelyn stood rigid, her breath catching violently in her chest.She looked at Julian’s face. There was no hesitation in his dark ey

Dominic’s leather soles scraped loudly against the polished floor as the two heavy security guards hauled him toward the service elevator.Blood dripped from his split lip, staining the lapel of his four-thousand-dollar navy suit. He tried to twist out of the guards' grip, his face flushed red, his jaw aching so badly he could barely align his teeth."Get your hands off me!" Dominic choked out, his voice echoing down the fourth-floor corridor. "Do you have any idea who I am? Cross Holdings manages the primary logistics block for this entire medical system!""Not anymore, Mr. Cross," the chief guard said flatly, not slowing his pace for a single second. "Dr. Chen already requested your security clearance revoked. You're trespassing."A small crowd of nurses, floor residents, and visiting family members had gathered near the central desk, watching the scene unfold.Two young interns pulled out their phones, their screens lighting up as they recorded the sight of Cross Holdings' CEO bein

The Plaza Grand Ballroom was stifling, thick with the heavy scent of expensive perfume, hot catering trays, and roasted lamb.Chandelier light glinted off crystal flutes and silver trays carried by waitstaff navigating the dense crowd. Over two hundred executives, investment bankers, and high-society journalists drifted beneath the painted gilded ceilings, their voices blending into a wall of polite noise.Near the grand staircase, Harrison Vance stood surrounded by three hedge fund directors from Zurich. He wore a sharp black tuxedo, holding a glass of sparkling water, his teeth flashed in a practiced smile as he gestured toward a large digital display showing maritime shipping routes.He looked entirely unbothered by the federal subpoena sitting in his lawyer's briefcase downtown.Evelyn stood forty feet away near the marble pillar, her hand resting against the cold stone. She wore a floor-length dark emerald dress that matched the heavy ring on her left finger. The weight of the st

Evelyn kept her posture completely still, her fingers resting lightly on the thin stem of the crystal flute Victoria had handed her.Across the room, Victoria took a step forward, realized she was staring, and quickly yanked her visor back down over her eyes. She gripped her serving tray tighter, her boots making a soft, hurried friction sound against the thick carpet as she moved toward the kitchen doors.Evelyn didn't call for Julian. She didn't wave for Marcus.She turned calmly and walked straight toward the shadow of the velvet terrace drapes where Victoria was hiding, holding the poisoned glass steadily in her hand.Victoria was standing behind a high decorative floral arrangement, her chest rising and falling fast as she peeked through the palm fronds, her eyes searching the pillar where Evelyn had been standing seconds ago."Looking for me, Victoria?" Evelyn asked softly.Victoria jumped, nearly dropping the heavy silver tray in her hands. The metal slammed against the wooden