Romans & histoires Contract Of San Venganza

“Money.” “How much?” “As much as you want.” *Once I get my revenge, I will settle among the humans. I need the money to escape.* This was my plan from the start. “Do you accept the deal?” His voice deepened. “I do.” My voice finally answered. “Vincent.” He commanded, standing tall. Within seconds, Vincent entered, holding a white paper in his hands. He placed the paper and a blue pen on the tea table in front of me. “Read the contract and sign it.”

“The sooner the better. Manuel wants it done and over with. Things have being very tensed for some time now. Maybe a celebration is what we need to calm this down? “I don’t care about any of that. They can kill each other for all I care-"I started but she cut me off. “I know this is rushed, it would have being better if you met your fiancée and you two got to know each other a little but its already done.” She took a deep breath. “Your father and Manuel met with the Salvatores, they flew in last night. The contract Has being finalize. The men shook on it. Its done my dear.” She said firmly.

"You are the collateral. You have exactly eighteen months to conceive my heir." "And if I fail?" I demanded. "The contract is nullified," he answered without hesitation. "Your father's debt is reinstated, and your life is forfeit." "And Vanessa?" I asked, my voice turning sharp. "The actual bride?" "I have men hunting her down as we speak," Roman stated coldly. "When I find her, I will sell her to the Bratva to recoup my operational costs." "You would traffic my sister?" I gasped, the cold reality hitting me hard.

“I’ll carry you out of hell if I have to.” But the lattice was learning. It split, one tendril snaking toward Marco, another toward Alexander. I saw it: the contract’s fine print, etched in blood and code, scrolling across my vision like a curse: FOR EVERY HEART OFFERED, A HEART IS CLAIMED. FOR EVERY LIE TOLD, A TRUTH IS UNMADE. THE VASQUEZ LINE IS THE LEDGER. THE WAGER IS ETERNAL. Alexander’s voice cut through the haze. “Elena, the knife!”

"You're lying! He has the Council's backing!" "He had the Council's backing until I played them the audio recording of his Beta," Deluca sneered, stepping closer. "I bought his Beta off two hours ago. The Council heard exactly how much Sanchez paid the Eastern border guards to fake those debt papers. They know about the forged treaty." "No," Valencia breathed, taking a step back. "Lord Sanchez is officially stripped of his rank and his lands," Deluca continued, his tone ruthless and completely devoid of mercy. "His assets are seized. And as of ten minutes ago, the Council declared you an exiled rogue. You are trespassing on my territory, Valencia."

Oh, happy fucking night! We had Santana in the bag. Formidable partners Miguel Angel and Javier Hernandez were two of the biggest sharks in the corporate ocean, specifically Santana Corporation, a conglomerate with far-reaching influence beyond Mexico and California. Getting them on the hook had been easier than I thought. A compelling, strategic proposal, a few sweeteners, and…done. A solid handshake to seal the multi-billion-dollar deal. The alliance of the Mexican corporation with the Bratva was going to revolutionize the entire industry, and in anticipation of yielding unprecedented profits and promising substantial expansion, the men had worked the hardest to close this deal. I knew we

There had been something else. Something I refused to examine too closely. Santos watched realization flicker across my face and smiled slowly like a predator spotting movement in the dark. “That’s what I thought.” I stood abruptly. “Can we focus on the contract instead of psychoanalyzing me?” “As you wish ma’am.” He reached toward the low table and slid the thick document toward me. I stared at the title. Mating Contract Between Santos De Luca and Leah Moretti. My throat tightened. Seeing it in writing made it feel real in a way that my desperate plea in his office never had.

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I said as I crossed my arms on my chest. “Yeah, that’s true, I came here to give you this,” she says as she handed me the paper she’s holding. “It was a contract, let’s get married and I’ll stop bugging her,” she said. I laughed, “You’re crazy, I don’t even need this. I told you already, there will be no marriage between us.” I gave her back the paper and closed my door, I shooked my head. As if she would get me just because she will stop bugging Bavina, I know I can protect her without getting married to her. I’m not that low and coward to give up on Bavina for her peace.

It won’t make a difference in my decision. I shoved the contract at the end of the table and knocked on it. With steady steps, she reached in front and grabbed it. “What is this?” “A contract, sign on it.” I gave her a pen. “What contract?” She asked. As I stayed silent she read the whole thing and her eyes came out of her socket. “What?” “You are the witness of a murder done by Carnival. For so, you will under the protection of Carnival until you are unable to speak, in conclusion, until you die.”