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They were really big guys with muscular forms and tall heights. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around. "Hi," I said, smiling. "Hello, Miss Romano. Are you alright?" He asked with a serious face, making my smile falter slightly. "I made these and got some for you and your friend beside you," I said and shoved the container in his hands. "O-oh, thank you, but we can't accept it." He said while trying to hand the container back to me. "I insist. And my name is Jessica. What's your name?"

Once my father came back with his drink, the two young girls I asked to make a room for my parents mindlink and told me it was ready. I had the girls show my parents to their rooms so I can go to my room and change clothes and then to my office to handle some paperwork . For the next 2 hours I was in my study signing away documents and forms that somehow appeared overnight on my desk sky high. But I was finally done. I called Nick to come get these forms I signed off on. Once he enters my office as he has a grin on his face. "I heard your parents arrived this morning for the Fall festival," he said.

The document slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a soft sound. He felt the entire world spinning. Everything felt unreal. He frantically searched through the drawers, desperate to find something that would prove this was all a misunderstanding. Documents were scattered across the floor, but he didn't bother organizing them. Finally, in the bottom drawer, he found the arranged marriage contract from five years ago. Clear terms were written on the yellowed paper. "Contract Duration: Five Years." "The contract expires automatically after five years." Tommaso's trembling fingers traced those words. Each one cut into his heart like a blade.

“It’s about stopping a war before it starts.” “You keep saying that,” I whispered, “but every step drags me deeper into it.” Silence stretched between us. Then Ruin reached into a drawer and slid a thin folder across the desk. “The terms,” he said. I stared at it as it might bite. “You’ve already decided,” I said. “Yes.” My throat tightened. “Then why am I here?” “Because I won’t force you blindly,” he said. “Read it.” My hands trembled as I opened the folder. The words inside were cold and clinical:

She sat down. Elizabeth thinned her lips as she stared at him. She darted her eyes around to avoid her presence. "I have an offer for you," Elizabeth smiled again. "I'm not interested in anything. Thank you, you may leave," She said, still refusing to give her full attention. Her head snapped as she heard the sound of zipping. Her jaw dropped to the ground when she stared at the bag filled with dollars. "All can you yours," Elizabeth opened her clutch and grabbed some papers and a pan and chucked it on the sheet of pounds.

--- "I need to be inside you." Ah that voice! So longing, so husky. Shivers run through my whole body, sending a shiver through every strand of hair. Heart racing, intimacy extremely wet, clamoring for his cock. "I am yours."--- I pull his blouse off, not caring about tearing it. I need him"--- "This time not by contract, but by love."

Behind them, another carried in stacks of sleek black and gold boxes—shoes, handbags, accessories, each one stamped with the logo of Indulgence Avenue. I was stunned. “What… is this?” The last man, holding a small envelope, placed it in my hand with a polite nod. Then, without a word, they turned and left, leaving the living room overflowing with so much frill. My fingers trembled as I unfolded the note. “With our sincerest apologies, we hope this makes up for the misunderstanding. Enjoy our latest collection.” I scoffed. So this was how Pedro now fixed things—by throwing money at them. Lol. I would give him an his credits for effort.

"He is your son, Arthur! He is dying, and you are using his breath to blackmail us?" "I am salvaging what is mine," Arthur replied, his voice completely devoid of a father's warmth. He gestured to the trembling man beside him. "This is Mr. Ryland. He is a licensed notary of the State of New York. Beside him is a rescission agreement, fully drafted. It voids every transfer of the St. Claire and Montgomery assets to Vane Global on the grounds of extreme physical and psychological duress."

“No one walks away from this kind of return.” Mark hesitated. “There’s more.” Of course there was. He turned and left the office briskly, returning seconds later with his laptop already open. He placed it on the desk, angling the screen toward me. “There, sir. The emails.” I scanned them rapidly. One after another. Polite. Cold. Final. We have decided to withdraw. We appreciate the opportunity. This decision is irreversible. My chest tightened. “They didn’t even try to negotiate,” I muttered. “Not one of them.”

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h