MasukAiden snapped the file shut, the dry thud of the leather covers sounding like the final gavel on a successful business merger. He didn't look at her; he simply extended the documents toward her with the cold air of a benefactor. Understanding the silent command, Alma suppressed a sigh, her clumsy hands reaching out to take the papers and tuck them into the handbag weighing heavily on her shoulder.His low voice rang out, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds:"Drop that funeral expression before we go out. You should feel lucky that everything went smoothly."As soon as he spoke, the phone in Aiden’s pocket vibrated. He glanced at the screen, his face instantly adopting the stern gravity characteristic of a man who commanded a vast business empire. He signaled for her to wait in the hallway and strode away decisively to take the call, leaving Alma alone in the space permeated by the icy smell of disinfectant.With her weary legs no longer possessing the strength to stand, Alma stum
The hospital Aiden took her to was not a bustling public institution where people crowded amidst the pungent stench of antiseptic. It was a high-end private medical center, nestled beneath lush green canopies and wrapped in absolute silence—a place where privacy was paramount and reserved exclusively for the ultra-wealthy.Here, Alma felt like nothing more than a precious antique being brought in for "appraisal" before being officially handed over to its new owner. She was subjected to a series of rigorous procedures, from ultrasounds and blood tests to specialized reproductive screenings. Every touch of the medical equipment against her skin as she lay on the cold gynecological exam table made her shiver with a bone-chilling cold. She felt like an object on display under the glaring surgical lights. She felt stripped bare, not just physically, but of her very dignity.Despite Alma’s face being as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips parched and cracked, and her hands trembling uncontro
The brilliant sunlight of the penthouse floor pierced through the thin silk curtains, casting blinding streaks of light across the bed and jolting Alma from a fitful sleep haunted by nightmares. She sat up abruptly, her heart drumming against her frail chest. This room—magnificent yet alien, filled with the height of luxury—felt like a giant glass cage slowly draining her of oxygen. Aiden had not stepped through the door last night; he had kept his promise of safety. Yet, the cold scent of sandalwood lingering on the delicate silk nightgowns neatly laid at the foot of the bed still made her skin crawl.Alma scrambled out of the plush bed. She shed the silk gown his people had provided and hurried back into yesterday’s clothes—the frayed white shirt and worn trousers—clinging to them as a way to preserve a shred of her identity before facing the brutal reality outside.Taking a deep breath, she fought to suppress her trembling and stepped into the living area. Aiden was already there,
The limousine glided smoothly along the highway at night, completely detached from the city’s cacophony. Inside, the dim blue LED lights cast a shadow across Aiden’s profile, making his features appear even more distant and enigmatic. The enclosed space was thick with the scent of premium leather intertwined with the cold sandalwood fragrance radiating from the man beside her, making Alma feel as though she were suffocating in a luxurious tomb.Aiden sat there, as motionless as a statue carved from marble. He maintained an oppressive indifference, deliberately erecting an invisible wall that left Alma feeling utterly isolated despite sitting right next to him. To him, her presence was once again a variable outside his calculations. Aiden had thought his adolescent flickers of emotion were buried long ago beneath ruthless ambition, but the moment he saw her, a searing sensation he believed himself "immune" to suddenly roared back to life.He found it intriguing, yet simultaneously irri
The moment the final stroke of the pen was finished, Aiden immediately reclaimed the contract. The wall safely shut with a dry "click," echoing through the silent space like the heavy thud of a prison door locking tight. Alma’s soul, her honor, and her future... all were now sealed inside that cold block of steel.Alma stood frozen, her hand still trembling as she gripped the pen. She stared at the empty space where the contract had just been, feeling as though a part of her body had been severed. A wave of bitterness rose in her throat, acrid and sharp. She had just conducted a sale where she was the primary commodity—a transaction in which she knew, with absolute certainty, she was the loser in the eyes of humanity."Is it done?"Alma spoke, her voice as dry as gravel grinding together. She looked up at Aiden; her emerald eyes no longer held weakness, but a cold, sharp hatred forged from the ashes of her self-respect."I have signed. Now, it is your turn to keep your word."Aiden st
Once again, the room fell into a bone-chilling silence. Just as Alma managed to catch enough breath to speak, Aiden—still with his back to her—spoke first, his cold voice cutting off any chance of her finding her words.“I’ve changed my mind.”Aiden turned around slowly. He brushed past her as if she were thin air, casually picking up the file on the desk and tossing it into a drawer, locking it with a sharp, dry click. He adjusted his cufflinks and blazer, his composed demeanor suggesting her presence was now merely a redundant part of the room.“I don't like hesitation. The woman who carries the heir to this lineage cannot be a coward who trembles before her only choice.” He looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over her pale face. “Remember, I am not forcing you, Alma. If you find your pride worth more than escaping your current mire, you may leave right now.”Aiden turned his back to her again to face the darkness shrouding the city beyond the glass wall. His voice rang out with indiff







