A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Juliet's POVI would be lying to my heart if I pretended that Olivia's present didn't make me feel different from the hellhole I've been held in for months now; her present was more than enough. Even if Mark didn't show up late today, I would have gone back to that mansion with a happy heart."Juliet, you look pale. What's wrong? Olivia asked, and I was left speechless, not because of Mark's absence but because I don't know where to begin my unfortunate story.As we sat surrounded by the eerie silence of a once bustling space, Olivia's eyes seemed to hold a thousand tears. Her shoulders slumped, her head bowed, and her hands cradled her face as if trying to hold together the shattered pieces of her heart.I moved beside her, offering a comforting presence, but even my gentle gestures couldn't lift the darkness that had settled over Olivia."Olivia, you aren't looking that good either," I twisted her question to her, as I fixed my worried gaze on her reddish pale eyes; it was as if she

Tracy's POVI was all alone in the dimly lit room, with all my attention caught by a dancing choreography competition displayed on the 45-inch TV hung on the wall opposite Mia's giant bed."Oh, ouch," I giggle and chuckle when one of the participants slips and falls on her ass, which leads to her disqualification. "Ahh, ahh! They tried," I commended the poor, innocent lady and her team; they must've spent all their time and energy to get to that stage just to make a mistake and slip to be disqualified.As I focused my cool gaze on the show, with a well-designed paper bag filled with milky popcorn placed in between my thighs, and a chilled bottle of orange juice lay innocently on the small wooden table beside me, Beside it was my smartphone, which I neglected ever since the program kicked off. Unknowingly it has been ringing, and I've missed 5 calls. The calls were from a private number, so I didn't bother checking, even as it kept on ringing and vibrating the table and the bed I sat

Mr George's POV ""Only a fool would go against your rules, boss," Harrison's cracky voice echoes in my living room as he sits comfortably before me at exactly 10:30 PM, dressed in a black blazer suit mainly designed for a fat-bellied man like him, with his black trousers, black leather shoes, and a low-budget wristwatch, which I have warned him several times not to wear again."You are a fool, Harrison," I blurted at him, ignoring Anderson and Gerald, who stood gallantly behind me. "I've told you not to put on such an old model wristwatch whenever you are coming to my place, I blasted him, but unknowingly he still hasn't gotten my points. It took him a few seconds to comprehend that I was referring to the wristwatch on his fat wrist, and when he did, he wore a pretentious smile on his face.Harrison remains my eye wherever I'm blind; he remains my ears wherever I'm deaf; he's my voice wherever I'm dumb. He's in charge of my other discreet businesses unknown to many people."My bad,

Mr George's POV At exactly 11:00 PM, during the silent hours of the night, we arrived at my underground warehouse, a location separate from my SIN CITY safe house."Oh my, oh my," Harrison's low voice echoes into my ears, and a wave of anger washes over me."Fool," I spat at him, "I've told you to think with your brain, not with your cock," I mused thoughtfully.With my eyes blazing with fury, I walked side by side with Harrison, my men heavily guarding us from behind. I lead a double life as the Director of NOVARTIS and a gang leader—a secret known only to Lorenzo and Harrison.As we approached the merchandise locked in the red-painted container, Harrison's strange smile never faltered. He always has a penchant for beautiful women.Harrison stepped forward, producing a key to unlock the container. With a flourish, he lifted the lid, revealing rows of younger ladies, each between the ages of 18."My latest acquisition," Harrison said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. As he began

Juliet's POV Every moment with Mark is always more than a review; Mr. George has always been the bad egg. "Ahh, I wished the night never ended like that," I whispered to myself, as I reeled from the beautiful moment I had with Mark before Mr. George rushed in with his sweaty body smelling like a dead pig. I noticed Anderson and Gerald's white was stained with blood.But it wasn't any of my concerns; my deep worries were on the phone Mark received before we entangled on the bed, "Theresa!" I called in a low tone."I never expected Mark to still have Theresa's number, not after what she did to us while in college," I whispered inwardly as I reminisced on what she did.****Flashback****Theresa Trump was notorious for being an arrogant and spoiled brat. She had a reputation for taking whatever she wanted, regardless of whether it belonged to her colleagues.I never could comprehend the reason behind her sudden attitude until I was caught in between me and Mark; she nearly broke our beau