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It wasn’t like I was lying about us being mates, so I didn’t see the purpose of it. “Hear me out.” Tate began, gently pushing Brook off his lap so he could reach his laptop. “I still have some basic contract outlines, even though I deleted everything else. Since we have to have contracts for certain pack-related stuff, it wouldn’t be hard to recreate one to fit your requirements.” “I have nothing to offer her or any other purpose for the contract, so I don’t see how it will benefit my situation. Besides, I was never into the whole contract thing, that was always your area.” I told him, getting up from the couch so I could leave.

- I wanted to know and he laughed. - Let's take a look at this contract and I'll think about your case. And that's what he did, Miguel went over the contract from top to bottom and back to front, until he was satisfied and assured me and Anthony that despite the scary size, it basically said that I did everything of my own free will and that I give up my rights as the mother of the baby, and that all my expenses during the pregnancy would be Anthony's responsibility, and with that in mind, I did what was expected and signed it.

It had been his. Salvatore had agreed to provide the medical procedure within fifteen days. But my obligations—my "availability," my compliance, my complete surrender to his demands—had no expiration date whatsoever. The contract bound him for two weeks. It bound me forever. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, this can't be right. You said... you told me..." "I told you the truth. I said fifteen days, and I meant it—for my obligations. You never asked about yours."

"I'm here to collect on our contract." END OF CHAPTER 132.

“Rules. Responsibilities. You don’t get to just exist here and do nothing.” My heart was beating too fast now. “You don’t just sit around and disappear into your head,” he added again. Dante leaned in slightly, his face closer than before, his voice dropping lower. “And when I say duties… I mean everything that comes with the contract,” That was enough to send me into panic. I swallowed hard, unsure what Dante meant by “duties.” My eyes widened as fear shot through me like electricity. Dante's eyes didn’t leave mine. I shifted slightly on the bed but his grip only tightened around my face.

For the first time, his gaze met hers fully—intense, searching, as though peeling back every layer she had carefully built. “You’d better mean that,” he murmured. “Because I don’t tolerate failure.” “I understand.” He returned to his desk, picked up a sleek black folder, and held it out to her. “Your first task. Organize my schedule for the next two weeks. There are conflicts—fix them. Then review tomorrow’s board presentation and update the figures.” Elena accepted the folder. “Yes, Mr. Drake.” She rose, ready to leave, but his voice stopped her.

"Thank you." "You're welcome, it's my part of the deal. I don't want you to leave after two days thinking I won't fulfill it. And these are the keys to the apartment. The square one is for the lock upstairs, the round one is for downstairs, and this black one is for the front door." "Okay.” He placed a written paper back on the table.