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Chapter 14

Author: C.ELLICA
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-18 08:31:25

His eyes flicked up. “Hunter?”

“Yes, my mother’s surname. As in I’m done being prey,” I replied sweetly.

There was a pause.

And then the man smiled. That slow, amused, all-knowing kind of smile.

“I think that name suits you more than you know.”

We spent the next 20 minutes going over legal clauses, ID verifications, and signature boxes, though I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the way his sleeves strained around his biceps every time he turned a page.

“Will it be public?” I asked.

“The name change?” He nodded. “Yes, but I can file under emotional distress and include a confidentiality clause if you're looking for some... discretion.”

I leaned forward. “I’m not hiding anymore, Mr. Johnson. Let them see.”

He tilted his head. “Then you’re going to enjoy what comes next.”

As he gathered the papers, our fingers brushed. Just slightly.

My stomach? Flipped like a pancake at brunch.

He cleared his throat. “If you need help with anything else—property law, business contracts, r
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