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CHAPTER 9

مؤلف: Anna Stac
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Elena's POV

I read the first line three times then I read it a fourth time, just to make absolutely sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. It was a contract. Formal and legal prepared by what appeared to be a very expensive law firm, because the letterhead alone looked like it cost more than my monthly rent.

A formal engagement agreement between Elena Grace Brooks and Alexander Marcus St. James.

My eyes moved slowly down the page past the legal language and the definitions and the term.
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