Romans & histoires Contract Of San Venganza

“I never agreed to the deal our fathers made and if I can figure out a way to get out of it, I will. I don’t want to be with you. I have a mate out there somewhere and so do you.” “What game are you playing at? She's not your mate and you know it. She doesn’t even get her wolf until after we graduate. Besides the contract says…." Vanessa trails off and her face pales. She was about to reveal something important. Something she didn’t want me to know. Fuck. I didn’t even know there was a contract. I needed to get my hands on that. I play it off like I didn’t notice her slip up.

Stand tall. “You’re not throwing me out, Romano!” Silas shouted, pushing right up to the stage. He ignored the security guards closing in. He jabbed a shaking, grimy finger at June. “Five years ago, I signed a contract with the Vancent family! When Dante Romano refused to marry my daughter, I gave the Vancents rights to her first-born to pay off my gambling debts!”

He’s more like a fucking weasel, looking and waiting to find the blind, most vulnerable spot and attack within minutes, and then probably crawl back to his hole in the ground. “Isn’t it a sin to doubt the sincerity of a man who sacrificed his life to the church?” I ask dead on, stepping toward him. We stare at each other, me and Sandoval, both of us locked in some sort of a battle of wills. Neither of us backs down. Manuel is the one who tugs at my sleeve, pulling my attention away. “I can assure you, señor Sandoval, everything is and will be monitored and reported as per the initial agreement set in the will.”

"You just have to stick to the mission. You are in the perfect position to get those files." "I don't work for you, and I won't do it!" Freya said firmly. Mr. Grant went silent for a moment. He looked at her with a chilling calmness. "I’ve tried to be nice, Freya. I’ve tried to be patient. But I think it’s time we did this the hard way." He snapped his fingers at the man holding the umbrella. "Bring me the contract." The man reached into a leather briefcase and pulled out a thick file. On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT.

It was a contract. ​“I, Valerie Vance, hereby agree to the terms of the Thorne-Vance Contingency. In exchange for the permanent safety and educational trust of Elara Vance, I surrender all evidence regarding the Medusa Project to Silas Thorne. Furthermore, should I fail to maintain silence, the debt shall be transferred to the subject, Elara Vance, to be collected at the discretion of the Thorne heir.”

A voice inside me screamed not to do it. But another voice sounded louder. Your father will die. That voice won. My hand shook badly as I signed my name slowly across the paper. The moment the pen left the page, something inside me sank. Like I had just crossed a line I could never uncross again. Jaden quietly pulled the contract back toward himself. Then immediately reached for his phone. No hesitation. No dramatic pause. He dialed a number calmly. “Yes,” he said once the line connected. “Proceed with Mr. Bennett’s transfer immediately.”

“If you fail, you’ll leave us be, forever.” “If I win, I’ll marry her, and you, Ms. Chapman, will be the one leaving us.” The Devil smiled at her. “Ah, and one more thing: if you cheat, I’ll make sure you lose everything you hold dear, including your sister, your money and your little orphanage.” Mia swallowed hard. She couldn’t risk the orphanage. She was not a woman who loved luxury, but the money was essential for her to keep taking care of those poor souls. Helping them to live better.

He was looking at me and seeing someone who meant what they said. He nodded. "I'll confirm within forty-eight hours," he said. "If the terms are acceptable on my end, the first delivery can move within three weeks." "Acceptable," I said. He stood then left the same way he came in. Santi exhaled slowly once the back door closed. "That went better than expected." "It went exactly as expected," I said. Ace raised his glass. "To not being shot in a bar in Milan." "Charming," Santi said dryly.