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It was expected, I had promised him a building if he kept our transactions a secret. I hummed in response, not a bit interested in a conversation with this man. He was unsightly. “He is inside. You can do whatever you want, as long as you don’t kill him. Oh and about what we agreed….” He voiced the trailer off as he smiled mischievously at me. “The transaction documents are here with us. All procedures will be done accordingly. Mr. Sinclair assures you.” One of my assistants responded. The man's smile widened. I briefly glanced at him. My focus now is on the door before me.

Her expression faltered and instead of rolling her eyes and flipping me off like I had expected that she would, she took a step closer to me. "You clearly stated that was against the contract." "Wrong." I took another step closer. "What?" She narrowed her eyes at me. "The contract doesn't cover sexual obligations from either party to the other party but if both parties willingly decide to engage in a sexual relationship, it's solely out of their own will and not contractual obligation." I stated the clause exactly as I had written it in the contract. She took another step closer just like I had done, "When parties of a contract decide to engage in relationships the contract doesn't fully sup

He placed it gently on the small table between them. “Contract marriage. One year. You must pregnant. After that, we divorce. No inheritance rights, no obligations. And in return, your father’s debt is written off.” Bella froze. Unbelieving. Her eyes fixed on the file on the table. “Why me, Sir? I’m ... i'm a nobody…”

the stupid smile resting on lips was not planned. “Is anything wrong?” he turned with questioning eyes. “Yeah, I just feel sick, actually.” Well I did feel sick for several reasons. “Okay, but at least we should discuss the contract. Terms and conditions, you know. You can take your time for signing it.” There it was. I had no option left, except to nod and follow him to his office. I straightened my posture getting myself ready for- I don’t know- fight? Kian’s POV:

A contract. Nothing more. I pick up the folder Lucas left and start flipping through the documents. My eyes scan lines of numbers, legal clauses, and financial projections. This is what I’m good at. Numbers, deals, negotiations. People? They’re easy to predict. Sophia is just another variable that will soon be under control. And yet, as I review the papers, part of me remains uncomfortably aware that she somehow disrupted the solid surface I usually maintain. I close the folder with a quick motion and stand again. I walk to the window, looking at the world below once more.

But as I went deeper, a sinister image began to form. Jacob was not simply moving money. He was moving power. I was intrigued by one document in particular. It was disguised as a construction contract, but the signatures at the bottom weren’t those of mere businessmen. They belonged to government officials: men with power, men who could bend laws with a word. Attached was a second sheet, a long list of names with codes next to them. I did recognize a few of the names. Ministers. Advisers. Politicians in control of approving or denying multi billion dollar projects.