Novel & Cerita My Darling Signed In

He did not even know that he had personally signed my dissolution agreement. I let out a soft laugh and held the agreement up for him to see. "But you are the one who signed it," I said, my voice soft. "The transfer is complete. As of tonight, I am officially severing my ties with the Moretti family." Lucas's face had been a mask of disdain. But when he saw his own signature and the blood-red wax of the family seal, his pupils constricted. "Elara, did you forge my signature?!" I laughed at the ridiculous accusation. "You signed it yourself."

“That’s all you have to endure. After that, we go our separate ways.” “One year.” Selene swallowed hard, her hand shaking as she finally signed her name at the bottom of the contract. As soon as the ink dried, Damien leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. “YOU'RE MINE NOW.” Selene’s fingers clenched around the pen, her breath was short and shaky. The weight of what she’d just done pressed down on her like a boulder. And There was no turning back. Damien took the contract from her hands, his touch was just enough to make her shiver. He glanced over her signature, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips.

"Now that's interesting. My little sweetheart has claws after all." "Do we have a deal?" "Marcus Wellington has been a thorn in my side for years. His family thinks their old money makes them untouchable." Damien's smile turned predatory. "It would be my pleasure to prove them wrong sweetheart." "So you'll help me?" "I'll help you burn his entire world to the ground." He stepped closer again, his voice dropping to that dangerous voice. "But first, we seal our agreement properly." "What do you mean?" "A kiss." His eyes dropped to her lips. "One kiss to make this official. To mark the moment you became mine."

She was going to love it. I threw some dance steps, clicking my fingers, rocking my waist with lustful momentum, while my Italian shoes glided across the floor. Interestingly, I was finally going to see my woman. A smile crept up my face as I remembered how well she performed today, just like the actress she is. It was so brilliant of her to have come up with the idea of the blood stains. "My sweet actress", I mused, my thoughts somehow making their way to my lips.

"Sign this letter. Hurry up. After that, come with Mr. Landen." Darlene, the pretty girl in simple clothes stood in the doorway, she looked confused. Her eyes rounded when her father suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room to sign the contract. For what? "Dad, what does this mean?" whispered Darlene, she tried to break free and get away from her father. Her eyes shifted from her father's face to the stranger's. Thomas approached his daughter carefully, he spoke in a soft but fake voice. "Marry Mr. Landen, darling, it's the only way to save our company."

She only realized what was happening when the clerk handed her the papers, waiting for her to sign. Sensing her glance, James wrapped an arm around her and guided her hand over to the signature line. "I'll help you with all your problems, including the Charter Corporation's bankruptcy and your family's grievances. All you have to do now is trust me and sign this." His gaze on her was burning, scorching her right through her soul. She held his gaze. "And what do you want from me?"

Andrea's apartment... Andrea finally got up to fully read the note on the card accompanying the package once again. 'How on Earth could I think such a narcissistic rich brat would be so nice to me?' she thought with a dejected sigh, still staring at the note which said, 'Sweet dreams dearest Andrea. Hope you can join me for breakfast tomorrow. Time and place are at your discretion...if you do accept my invitation, of course. No pressure though....if you're not available tomorrow. There's the entire festive season ahead of us. Love, Austin.'

"I've prepared everything you asked for." I flipped through the documents. The divorce paperwork was all in order. All that was left was Jared's signature. "Thank you." I met his gaze, my gratitude sincere. "Are you all right? Did you get hurt?" "I'm fine," he replied, placing an exquisite package in front of me. "Oh, and I brought you your favorite donuts. Try them." Alexander and I had been out of touch for years, yet he still remembered what I liked. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me.

Charles scrolled back to the beginning of her feed, curiosity sharpening into something else—something he didn’t want to name. There they were. Dozens of old photos of him—some from glossy magazines, others clearly taken from the crowd at events. His face, his smile, his signature poses. But what struck him wasn’t the images. It was the captions. My Darling Superstar. #MyDarlingSuperstar My Darling Superstar is at the awards tonight. So proud. He waved. I swear he waved at me. #MyDarlingSuperstar Even blurry, he’s perfect. #MyDarlingSuperstar

“You’ll get fucked when I say so, denied when I choose and punished when you beg for it. You’ll get your wrists bound, your moans swallowed and your body ruined so completely it forgets who it was before me.” My breath hitched. “Say yes, little dove,” he growled in my ear. “Sign it, and I’ll own you.” I signed with shaky hands, heart pounding and pussy aching. Dmitri Vellani now owned me. He didn’t wait. He took the contract, folded it, tucked it into a drawer then spun me around and kissed me like I was his last dose of oxygen. My shirt hit the floor and his mouth was already at my breast, biting, sucking, tugging as he bent me over the desk and spread me open.