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"Two days?" My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I stare at Mr. Peterson, my landlord, whose weathered face looks more tired than angry."Two days, Ashley," he repeats firmly. "Two years of unpaid rent. I've been patient, but the bank's breathing down my neck."My hands start to shake. The small, dusty apartment around me suddenly feels like it's closing in. At twenty-four, I've known hardship my entire life. Being an orphan meant learning to survive on my own, but this—this feels like rock bottom."Where will I go?" The words slip out before I can stop them. My entire life flashed in an instant from my parents I lost five years ago , who left me with nothing but a faded photograph and a locket.Mr. Peterson's expression softens slightly. We both know I have nowhere to turn. No family, just me and my only shelter."Please give me more time," I begged but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He drops the eviction notice on my coffee table. The paper looks official, with bold letters and sc

Logan guides me through the elegant hallways, and my heart nearly stops when I see Sarah sitting in one of the mansion's lavish sitting rooms. She jumps up the moment she sees me, tears already forming in her eyes."Ashley!" She runs toward me, pulling me into a tight hug. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I had to see you!"I break down in her arms, all the emotions of this crazy day finally spilling over. "Sarah, I'm not supposed to see you anymore. It was in the contract—I just found out.""That's why you need to thank Logan," Sarah says, pulling back to look at me. "He's the one who let me in when the guards tried to turn me away. He said you needed a friend right now."I turn to Logan in surprise. His usual playful smile has been replaced by something more serious. "Everyone needs someone in their corner," he says softly. "Especially in this family. But we can't stay long – dinner's about to be served, and there's a lot we need to discuss.""Thank you," I whisper to him, meaning i

Hearing Liam's voice immediately sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe I was almost tricked by Lucas. Still lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Liam walked past me and grabbed Lucas by the collar of his shirt. "How dare you come into my room and try to deceive my wife?" Liam shouted. Lucas laughed out loud. "Come on, Liam. It's just a contract marriage to close a deal. Stop making it look so real. Besides, we’re indoors—no paparazzi are watching you." Liam felt a sharp pain in his heart as those words left Lucas's mouth. But he quickly overcame it and said angrily, "I don't care what you believe, Lucas. Ashley chose me. Ashley is married to me. Whether it’s a contract marriage or not, legally—on paper—she’s my wife. So in no—" Lucas cut him short with another annoying laugh. "Oh, Liam, you're claiming her now? Like you love her?" He laughed again, mocking him. "Hah! Liam, she isn’t really your wife, and I have just as much right to her as you do. She just ha

The evening air inside the Grayson estate carried a heavy silence, interrupted only by the distant murmur of servants going about their nightly duties. Ashley sank into the plush armchair in her bedroom, exhaling deeply as the events of the day played over in her mind. The grandeur of her office, the weight of responsibility that came with her new role, and, of course, the enigmatic presence of Jersey lingered in her thoughts. Something about the woman unsettled her, and Liam’s earlier warning from days ago came rushing back with greater force.“Stay away from Jersey.”He had said it before, but now, after her encounter with Jersey at work, those words felt different. He didn’t explain why, and that’s what gnawed at her the most. Did he not trust her with the truth? Did he simply not care enough to elaborate? The uncertainty twisted inside her, leaving her feeling more like a pawn in a game she barely understood.With a sigh, she pushed herself off the chair and prepared for bed. Slee