My Darling Signed In Novels & Stories

Who'd gotten us into this nightmare. I looked at Dante. At this cold, dangerous stranger who held all our lives in his hands. And I knew I had no choice. Had never had a choice. "I'll sign," I whispered. "I'll marry you. Just please don't hurt him. Please don't hurt anyone." Dante smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Smart girl.”

Aria yelled at him with her voice breaking but he didn't care. “Sign the contract, Aria.” “No.” “Do you need to recall why we are married in the first place? Do you think you have a choice? Sign the papers, Aria.” he said sternly. With trembling hands, Aria signed the contract and Dalvin exhaled heavily. He felt so relieved as she signed it, she had signed it all. Aria dropped the pen and stared at the contract. She just agreed to be a slave for 365 days!

She was so blinded by revenge that she was willing to sell herself for it. Pulling out five sheets of paper that had been stapled together, she silently began reading the agreement. Contract heading: Marrying my beloved Darls Collymore — (party A) Contract subheading: Giving all my (Party A) assets to darling Olivia (party B) Contract duration: For every Lifetime. As she read each line, Olivia couldn't help but be speechless.

“The judge will leave, the designers will go home, and I'll return to work” The room fell silent. “The decision is completely yours Olivia, I won't force you to do anything”. I looked down at the contract, then at the pen lying beside it. Just less than a week ago, I was planning my future with Nate, and now, I was about to become Damian Kingsley's wife. I took a slow breath and reached for the pen. Damian watched me in complete silence. With one final breath, I signed my name at the bottom of the contract.

With a confident smirk, I authorized the digital signature, locking the Moretti Group into the deal. "You're mine, Hazel," I whispered to the empty room. "You always have been."

"If I'm going to belong to anyone, I want it to be you. Close the deal, Darius. Sign the contract." I didn't wait for her to change her mind. I pulled her against me, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted like silver, fire, and a final, permanent surrender.

I walked to the dais, my hand shaking as I picked up the quill and read the first line: Contract of Betrothal between King Darius Valerius and. I looked at him one last time. "You are the devil." Darius gave a cold and humorless smile. "And you are the devil's bride. Sign." I pressed the quill to the paper. I wasn't just signing a contract, I was signing away my freedom. I was making myself the enemy of Princess Seraphina, the Lycan Council, and potentially the entire world. But for Leo, I would burn the whole world down. I signed my name. Elara Vance.

“Adrian.” Adrian’s shoulders tightened. “Director Darius.” Darius’s gaze shifted to me like a camera focusing. “And this must be Mira.” Not a question. “Hello,” I managed. “It’s nice to finally meet the young woman who’s turned my inbox into a circus,” he said warmly. Heat rose under my skin. “I didn’t—” “Leave her out of it,” Adrian cut in. “Of course,” Darius said, palms-out innocence. “I’m simply observing. The public is… invested.”

But of course… drama had to show up right on cue. “Darling! you’re home.” A woman’s voice cut through the air like a knife. We both froze. I blinked. At the door stood a woman with blood red lipstick, sultry eyeshadow, and nothing but lingerie and a wine glass to cover her sins. She leaned against the frame like she owned the place. Owned him. Before I could even react, Damien let go of me like I’d burned him. “Give me a minute,” he said, his voice low, tight, more annoyed than surprised.

"As punishment for your behavior tonight, the shipping route goes to Clara." Clara's eyes lit up. She immediately pushed the document in front of me and cooed, "Oh, well, if Killian says so, then thank you, Sera." I froze, staring at Killian. He was raising his glass, watching me through the amber liquid with that familiar, disciplinary look in his eyes. "Sign it, Sera," he said dismissively. "Be a good girl. As long as you listen, I'll buy you better toys later. Don't let outsiders see the future matriarch of the Falcone family making a fool of herself."