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"And judging by the vintage Merlot currently destroying your designer dress, I’d say the negotiation didn't go according to the corporate handbook. What happened, Xielle? Did the protector forget his boundaries, or did the asset forget her place?" ​"Shut up," she whispered fiercely, tears threatening to spill over her lashes. "We have a contract. A friends with benefits arrangement. That's all it ever was, and that's all it will ever be. He has a fiancé out there. He has Vivianne. I am nothing but a transaction to him." ​Arthur let out a short, humorless laugh, setting his champagne glass down on a nearby ledge. He stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from playful to chillingly sober.

“That’s not ordinary. That’s remarkable.” My throat tightens. “And more importantly,” he continues, “you have no interest in my money or my name beyond this arrangement. You won’t try to make it real. You won’t develop feelings and complicate things.” His eyes meet mine. “You want your career back. I want my freedom. We can give each other exactly that.” I should say no. Should walk out and never look back. This is crazy. But Adrian slides the contract across the table. “Read it. Think about it. Call me when you decide.”

he said reluctantly, “it appears the documents are legitimate.” Clara picked up her clutch bag from the table. “The contract begins now,” she said calmly. Jeffery turned toward her immediately. There was a question in his eyes. Clara met his gaze without hesitation. Something unspoken passed between them in that moment, a silent understanding of the arrangement they had just set into motion. “Do not misunderstand,” she added quietly. “This arrangement protects both of us.” Jeffery’s smile widened slightly. “And if something goes wrong?” he murmured.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about Damien. I pressed my hands over my face and groaned softly. “You’ve really done it now, Cara.” The contract was supposed to be simple: stay married for a while, keep up appearances, get the money I needed for Caleb’s hospital bills and then quietly disappear when it was over. But somewhere between pretending and surviving, I’d stopped acting. Now, I was the one who was lost. I needed to think. Or at least breathe.

Santi explained, watching Uno’s face for any sign of reaction—but his expression was unreadable. “Do you think she’s cheating on me with that fucking bastard teacher?” Uno’s voice was cold as ice, earning a slow shake of the head from Santi. “Lady Manuela understands the terms of a contract marriage, sir. I don’t believe she’d stray while bound to you. But… there’s no rule against her developing feelings for someone else. The contract is nearly over, and we have no right to interfere if her heart lies elsewhere.” Uno hurled the phone away; Santi caught it smoothly.

I watched him quietly, my arms folded to my chest as he opened a drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, the contract we both signed the first day I came to his pack. Then, without a word, he tore it right down the middle then he burnt it. My eyes widened in shock. “You tore it, and burnt it? Why would you do that? That’s our contract paper” I said, my voice filled with surprise. He looked at me, seriously. “That means our deal is over,” he said softly. “I’m not with you because of the contract anymore. I’m doing this now because I love you.” I didn’t say anything.

“Lorenzo, how could you let this happen? You’re throwing everything away for someone who has already betrayed you.” “I didn’t throw anything away!” I shot back defensively. “Zia and I were never meant to be.” “Never meant to be?” Grandpa echoed incredulously. “You had a contract! You had a commitment!” Zia stepped forward, her chin held high. “That contract was never real for either of us. It was just a means to an end.” Henry scoffed from his seat. “And now you think marrying Raymond will fix everything? You’re making another mistake.”

I clenched my jaw, but she didn’t stop. “And since you clearly need a reminder,” she continued, “this contract is the only reason I’m here. Do you think any of this is real? You think for a second I would be around you by choice?” Her voice dropped lower, the words cutting deeper, she opened her eyes wider as she spoke. “You are the last person I would ever want to be with. And you should know this—every single smile I give you? It comes from a place of hate. Nothing else.” Something in my chest twisted, but I refused to let it show.

I watched as he began to strip, taking his clothing off, about to go for a run. I turned to the left to head to the house when I caught Bradford's disapproving looks. It wasn't his problem but mine to deal with. I got into the house, exhausted from the whole day and everything that came with it. I need to get some fucking release and right now, I don't care if I had a mate or not. A contracted mate. It doesn't matter anymore. "Cami, I need you here" I mindlinked. "Of course, Alpha. I will be there" Cami replied in her usual sultry voice. The last time anything had happened between Cami and me was when I still hadn't found my mate but the moment I saw Elly, I ended everything with her.

Romero smiled brightly, displaying his dentition. “Stop. You look scary.” Red shrieked, dramatically shaking his shoulders, Romero hissed, eyeing his best friend. Silence descended but with the way Red stared at Romero, the latter knew his best friend had something on his mind “Say it.” “Well,” Red started slowly, adjusting himself, “You know this is a contract and it's obvious you are in love with her, what are you going to do when the contract ends.” Romero's bright demeanor slowly faded as his lips thinned to a hard line, his eyes gloomy.