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Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

He admitted. Jayden nodded in response, standing, and approaching his desk. He returned with a folder in hand, placing it on the table. "This should have been one of the first things he went over with you." He explained to Victor as he opened the folder and showed him the contract inside. "It is different for every dom, but it allows you to decide the things you are comfortable with. The things you cross off would be things that are not done."

The man’s smile slowly faded. “I can’t.” “That’s unfortunate.” “It isn’t my choice.” Ashley noticed the subtle shift in Dominic’s posture. His shoulders relaxed. His breathing slowed. It was almost as though he had entered another state of mind. Dangerous. Focused. Predatory. “You accepted the contract,” Dominic said quietly. “I did.” “And you know what that means.” The stranger nodded once. “I do.” Ashley couldn’t understand a single word they were saying. “What contract?” she demanded. This time, the stranger looked directly at her.

He was annoyed and at the way he feeling because of her, she was the only woman who affected him that way. Almost three months ago, his agent had called him and reminded him of a contract that he had signed, one that would take him around the world for three months to take pictures, he would have immediately disagreed, but he remembered that he had signed a contract and also the fact that it was for a good cause, most of the money coming from the job was no help orphans all over the world.

But still he could not stop himself and he further asked "So what is your relation with him? I mean....with Kunnu?" Gulabo "Promise first, you will keep this secret, a secret!" Kunal "Hmmmm! Promise kept!" "Then listen!" Saying this she came a little closer to him and then slowly said "I.... I am going to marry him!" "What???????" Suddenly Kunal stood up shouting. Continued....

That was good enough. "Draft the contract between myself and Dominic," I told him. "Make it ironclad. Everything he owns, from his company to his shares, his properties and his liquidated money shall be transferred to me the moment he signs. And if perhaps he refuses, then his daughter pays the price with her blood." Brandon’s entire body went rigid. I could practically hear the war in his head. He grumbled something under his breath. "You have a problem with that?" I asked. His lips pressed together. "No."

"That wasn't in the contract." Dominic was already shedding his tuxedo jacket, tossing it onto a velvet chaise lounge with a careless grace. He loosened his silk tie, his gray eyes fixing on her with a blunt intensity. "The contract stipulates a 'convincing performance.' Celeste was looking for a crack in the foundation. I simply sealed it." He didn't look like a businessman anymore. With his collar open and his hair slightly disheveled from the night’s wind, he looked dangerous and unpredictable.

Lightning flashed outside, followed by a loud crack of thunder that rattled the windows. Dominic sat across from me, watching me carefully. “You’re being too hard on yourself.” After a pause, I looked up at him. “Did you ever find someone for that contract thing you talked about?” His expression didn’t change. “No.” I blinked. “Why not? I assumed someone like you would’ve had a list ready.” He leaned back slightly, resting one arm on the chair. “I have options. Women with connections and the right background. But none of them feels right.”

He looked at me over the rim of his glass. “Good. That makes you more interesting.” Dominic returned with a leather-bound folder. He set it on the desk like it was a sacred text. Xander didn’t even flip through it. He turned it toward me. “This contract binds you to me,” he explained. “There will be no expiration. No condition. All benefit from me is permanent.” My fingers twitched. Permanent. He continued, calm as ever, “You will belong to me in private and public. Your body, your loyalty, your obedience.”

This wasn’t just about business; it was about us, about everything we were trying to hold together. Dominic sat across from me, his hands folded tightly on the desk. “I’ve been going over the contracts for the Westbridge deal,” he began, his voice measured but strained. “They’re trying to back out, Serena. Apparently, someone’s been feeding them information about our internal issues.” I felt my stomach drop. Westbridge was one of our most important partnerships, a cornerstone of Dominic’s expansion strategy. If they pulled out now, it would send shockwaves through the company, giving our competitors exactly what they needed to exploit our vulnerabilities.