Contract Of San Venganza Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Let's meet in my office in an hour. If you can get Raymond to sign the deeds of the company back to you, I think I can get him to confess what he did to you.” “What? Who are you? Who is Raymond?” I asked in confusion. The man chuckled. “For a girl who is hell-bent on revenge, you are comfortable joking about it.” “Revenge? Sorry, who are you?” The man paused for a few seconds. “Vanessa?” I sighed. “This is the wrong number, I'm Elizabeth” “What?” He asked in shock. “When did this happen?” The man asked in shock. “I do not understand what you are talking about..” I grabbed my chest; it hurt bad.

“Yh, It's done and now my mother can leave me be.” “So how did you guys meet in less than a week? You suddenly found a fiancee when you weren't even interested in getting married, what changed.” He asked, raising a brow. “Nothing changed. It's a contract, strictly transactional. He chuckled, settling into his own seat. “You never cease to amaze me. So you're engaged to a woman you barely know?” “She knows the terms.” I said simply Daniel shook his head. “And she agreed?” “She needed the money”

"Mr. Long, you are a good businessman, so you should know a thing or two about contracts. You've already signed the agreement. As a person who values his reputation so much, you should be aware of the consequences of breach of contract." He glared at him, "Aren't you afraid I'll release the video to the public and ruin her?" Kent just laughed, "If you dare release it, I'll sue you. Don't forget, you and your sister are the key culprits in this. If you want to ruin your reputation and go to jail, wouldn’t I fulfill your wish?" He fell silent. The agreement returned to my hands, the red fingerprints on it almost burning my eyes. I tightly held the agreement, my mind filled with mixed feelings.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

Kelsey merely smiled. She wasn't fond of how close to the mark Santiago was coming. She could trust Evan, but there were far more she couldn't. The door opened, admitting the topic of their conversation. "Mr. Fern醤dez?" Evan laid the agreement in front of Santiago. "If you will please sign these pages, we'll get started lining up proper protection for you." Santiago snatched up the pen and began signing without reading. His fear was very real.

She had become his whore. Dolores's hands shook as she picked up the contract again and read the words. 'You, Dolores Maria Sanchez, agreed to work as a VIP prostitute in Vincenzo's club, La Perla Negra, and will be paid according to the terms set out in this contract.'

With the inkpen hovering over the paper, I reread the first few lines of the document. OWNERSHIP CONTRACT THIS AGREEMENT CONFIRMS that as of today, Serena Vance will belong fully and without further stipulation to Dante Ferrara in exchange for ten million dollars... “WHAT IS THIS? ” I question with fervor, dropping the pen as I pull back from the desk. A knife twists in my chest, the edge digging deeper with every breath I take. This can’t be what I think it is.

The document also included Isabella's signature and thumbprint. Theodore carefully folded the contract and, with a smile, glanced at Nathan. "Mr. Hill, if you wish to redeem your wife from this contract, then you’ll have to pay me ten times the agreed penalty f*e." Nathan’s face turned white with anger. He glared at Isabella with frustration. "Fool! I already warned you, doing business with him means you’re bound to lose!" Isabella was stunned by Theodore’s meticulous planning and flawless calculation. Truly, he was the heir to the Sanchez family.

Santiago was up to something and the Mendovas were always scheming. One wrong move from either of them and I’d make sure they regretted it. “Mr. Mendova, the agreement was 50/40. We’ve had this discussion before, you don’t get to change the terms after the shipment has arrived. Stick to your end of the deal.” My voice was sharp, my patience hanging by a thread as I glared at the middle-aged bastard lounging on the couch across from me. We were in the VIP section of the club, the music outside a distant thrum against the glass walls. The air reeked of expensive cigars, whiskey, and bullshit, mostly bullshit.

The words hit me like ice water, dousing the heat that had been consuming me moments before. "That's why we're in this contract marriage, Vanessa. That's why you agreed to help me. Revenge. Taking down the man who destroyed both of us in different ways." His hands dropped from my face, and he took a step back. "And the rules of our contract were very clear." Oh God. The rules.