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Elara smiled. Right now, she wasn’t thinking about the consequences. She wasn’t thinking about Alex, or his cold gaze, or the strange intensity behind his words. She was thinking about one thing. A hundred million dollars. The number echoed in her mind like a drumbeat. It wasn’t just money—it was security. Freedom. Power. A future where she would never have to struggle again. A future where her family would never have to worry about survival, bills, or limitations. A hundred million dollars wasn’t small. It was life-changing. It was everything. Her fingers tightened slightly around the document as she reached for the pen he had placed on the table. There was no hesitation. No second thoughts. She didn’t even glance down at the contents again. She signed. Quickly. Smoothly. Like it meant nothing. The faint scratching sound of the pen against paper filled the quiet room for a moment before she placed it back down. “There,” she said lightly, almost casually. Alex didn

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“Answer me.”Alex’s grandmother’s voice cut through the room like a blade. It wasn’t a question, it was a command wrapped in authority, sharpened by years of control and expectation. She demanded obedience, not hesitation. But Alex sat there, his mind was nowhere near the room. How was he even supposed to answer that? He didn’t know anything about Elara. Not really. Not beyond the fact that she was now legally his wife, bound to him by a contract neither of them had the luxury to escape. That was the problem. That was the entire, suffocating problem. He didn’t know her past. He didn’t know her struggles. He didn’t know her dreams, her fears, her habits, nothing at all. And the truth? He didn’t want to know.Because everything about this marriage was temporary, every passing day was just a countdown to freedom. Just one year, and he’d be done. Done pretending. Done carrying responsibilities he never asked for. Done with her. So why should any of this matter? Julian broke the

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It was as though Clara wasn’t even present in the room anymore. Her mother’s voice continued, firm and filled with concern, but Clara’s mind had already wandered far away, far beyond the small walls of their modest apartment, far beyond the weight of reality pressing down on them. All she could think about was him. Alexander Harrington. The name alone carried power, influence, wealth—everything their life had never been. In her mind, he wasn’t just her sister’s husband; he was an opportunity. A door. A solution to every struggle she had ever known. What would it feel like to stand in front of him? To speak to him? To tell him everything—the sleepless nights, the exhausting shifts at the club, the constant worry about bills, about survival? Would he listen? Would he help? Her thoughts spun endlessly, building fantasies faster than logic could tear them down. “Clara.” Her mother’s voice cut through again, this time sharper. “Talk to your sister. Tell her to come back ho

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Her eyes widened, shock crashing through her like a sudden wave. “Alex.” The name slipped out of Elara’s lips before she could stop herself. What the hell is he doing here? She thought. For a split second, time seemed to freeze between them. Then, just as quickly, Alex released her. Her body hit the ground with a dull thud. “Ouch!” she cried out, her face twisting in pain as she clutched her side. Alex didn’t even spare her a glance. “Douchebag!” He scoffed lightly, the sound low and dismissive, before turning away as though she were nothing more than a minor inconvenience—an obstacle he had already forgotten. But beneath that cold exterior, something flickered. Surprise. Disbelief. What the hell was she doing here? Of all places, of all companies this one? No. That wasn’t important right now. What mattered was that no one, absolutely no one, could find out about them. His expression hardened, any trace of recognition vanishing as if it had never existed.

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He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, positioned between his chair and the desk like he owned the entire room. Because he did. The realization hit her like a slap. Her breath caught. For a second, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Alexander Harrington is the boss. Her husband is her boss. She smiled. “So I'm married to my boss.” She murmured inwardly. “I won’t have to worry about anything, yes” “Is it that you don’t have respect,” Alex’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp, “or you are just like this?” He didn’t even try to hide the irritation in his tone. His eyes flickered over her briefly—dismissively—before settling back into that same indifferent expression. As if he had never seen her before. As if he didn’t know her. As if she wasn’t his wife. Elara’s lips parted slightly, her mind scrambling to process what was happening. She looked around the office quickly, as though expecting someone else to appear. Someone else had to

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*HARRINGTON'S MANSION—6PM*Harrington Mansion buzzed with controlled chaos, the chaos that only the wealthy could orchestrate without losing their calm. Every corner of the grand estate had been transformed, white drapes flowing from the high balconies, crystal chandeliers polished until they sparkled like suspended stars, and fresh flowers arranged with meticulous precision along the marble staircases. Despite the scale of the preparation, there was no visible workforce rushing around in uniforms or coordinating with walkie-talkies. At Harrington, things were done differently. Family members handled what most people would consider a full professional event team. It wasn’t about saving money, it was about control, legacy, and pride. Genevieve stood at the center of it all like a quiet authority. Her silver-streaked hair was neatly pinned, her posture still as regal as it had been decades ago when she first became part of the Harrington dynasty. Her eyes scanned the grand hall wit

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(MALL)The mall stood tall and imposing, its glass exterior reflecting the fading glow of the evening sky. Lights shimmered across its wide structure, making it look alive as people moved in and out of its grand entrance. It was one of the most luxurious spaces in the city, a place where elegance and wealth intertwined effortlessly. Alex pulled his car smoothly to a stop right at the front. The engine went silent with a soft click. For a moment, neither of them moved. The air inside the car felt so heavy. Alex leaned back slightly in his seat, his fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel before his gaze shifted to the side.He looked at Elara. She sat there quietly, her eyes fixed ahead, but it was clear she wasn’t really seeing anything. Her expression was distant, almost hollow, like her thoughts had wandered somewhere far beyond the present moment. There was something off. And Alex noticed it immediately. He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her. “What’s wrong now

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He guided her down gently, his hands firm on her shoulders until she gave in and sat on the chair. Elara didn’t resist this time. The strength she had been holding onto seemed to slip right out of her the moment she sank into the seat. She shook her head slowly, like she was trying to erase the thoughts crowding her mind, but they refused to leave. Her breathing was uneven. Her fingers trembled slightly on her lap. Alex stood in front of her for a moment, watching her closely. A strand of her hair had fallen across her face, sticking slightly to her damp skin. Without thinking too much about it, he reached out and gently tucked it behind her ear.His heart aches to see her cry, and deep down he wished to do nothing but beat the hell out of that man. Some men don't even know how to treat good women and it annoys him a lot.The small gesture lingered longer than it should have.Come to think of it,it applies to both sides, because some women don't value good men too. “He left me…”

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Elara didn’t pull away. Instead, something shifted in her expression. A slow smile curved her lips as her hand lifted, wrapping lightly around the back of his neck. He was taller than her, his presence naturally dominating, but she tilted her chin just enough to keep their eyes locked, refusing to look away. His hand was still firm on her waist. The air between them tightened. “Why don’t we just strip in front of each other then?” she said softly, her voice laced with challenge more than innocence. Alex’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s funny,” he replied, his voice low, edged with something dangerous. “We’ve not even stripped, and this is already happening.” Before she could react, he caught her wrist and guided it down to touch his zipper and feel him. Elara froze for a split second. Then her breath hitched. She knew exactly what he was doing. And instead of pulling back she played along. Her fingers moved slightly, brushing against him through the fabric

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Linda reached her daughter before Clara could even turn fully. The air between them thickened instantly, something unspoken but deeply understood passing in that single glance they shared. Clara’s fingers tightened around the paper, but she was too late. Linda snatched it from her with trembling hands, the crumpled edges crackling loudly in the tense silence. For a brief second, Linda just stared at it hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something less cruel. They didn’t. Her lips parted, breath catching, and then she read it aloud, her voice barely holding together. “Tell your daughter to stay away from Alexander Harrington.” The words fell heavy, like a verdict already passed. A tear slipped down Linda’s cheek before she could stop it. She inhaled sharply, rubbing her lips together as though trying to force herself back into control, but the fear had already seeped too deep. Her fingers shook, clutching the paper like it might burn her if she held it any lon

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