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Five: As if that would ever happen

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-24 17:59:51

OPHELIA.

"What are these for?" I ask, staring at the stack of papers in front of me.

I can't even hide the surprise in my voice. Actually, surprise isn't the right word, shock is.

I think this would be a simple agreement between us, not this.

"I assume you're neither blind nor incapable of reading," Killian says in that cold, nonchalant tone of his, making me flinch.

"It's a contract outlining the terms of our arrangement," he continues, his expression unreadable. "Read it carefully before
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