The Alpha Billionaire's Fake Mate
I picked it up, felt the weight of it; this was more than just signing a contract, this was walking back into hell for money.
But it was six million dollars, enough to save everything, enough to give Maya the life she deserved.
I signed, Elena Hartwood. The signature looked small on the expensive paper.
Cassian took the pen, our fingers brushed, and the mate bond sparked between us, hot and alive.
He flinched, I saw it in the way his jaw clenched.
He signed without reading the contract, just wrote his name while staring at my face.
"Excellent," the older lawyer said, gathering papers, "Miss Hartwood can move into the estate tomorrow, we'll coordinate the details."
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