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“Don’t go trying to change the rules, Miss Vera Santos.” “What kind of game are we talking about?” I asked with a breathy laugh. “You’ll see. We’ve played it before, but this time, I’m going all in.” “You’re still being vague.” He leaned closer, his hands locking mine above my head. “The rule is simple: no sounds. No moans. No talking. No reactions.” “Seriously?” I groaned. “You know that’s impossible if you keep touching me the way you do.” “Try your best. Or else… extra punishments.” His lips twitched with amusement.

“That means no touching unless absolutely necessary for appearances.” One of Damien’s brows lifted, and amusement flickered across his face. “You make it sound like I’m already planning to seduce you, Sunshine.” She ignored the nickname, keeping her expression impassive. “Rule three: This ends exactly after a year. No extensions, no loopholes, no complications.” His smirk widened slightly, but something in his gaze turned calculating. He studied her for a beat before nodding. “I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.”

The chamber was drowned in silence, broken only by the soft flicker of the candles placed in rows upon rows across the stone-carved alcoves. Their flames quivered in rhythm with the wind sighing through the terrace. Samarth lay still, motionless, a shadow of the man he once was. Seven days had passed since the prophet’s word was spoken, and still, no flicker of consciousness stirred behind the king's closed eyelids.

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

“I know that now, and even if she did send you just to mock me, it would still have been a mistake nonetheless. That woman didn’t understand my rules. The presence of male companions isn’t my issue. It’s the loud sex that I hate so much.” Will cleared his throat. “Um, I understand your point, Ms. Miller. So… What are the rules?” “Rule number one: you can’t bring in your boyfriend or girlfriend or anyone you could potentially have sex with. Rule number two: no swearing, shouting, or making any loud noises. Rule number three:, drugs and alcohol are strictly not allowed. Rule number four: no dogs or any animals inside the house,” Una rapped. “Rule number five…” Will waited and noticed how Una b

"The clause that dictates exactly what happens if either of us falls in love before the twelve months are over. Because if you break that rule, Vennessa... you don't just lose the settlement. You lose everything." ​Before she could speak, the side door to his office opened, and three men in dark suits walked in, followed by a woman holding a professional camera. ​"Smile, darling," Ryan whispered, his hand suddenly slipping around her waist, pulling her flush against his side with a possessive strength that took her breath away. "Our story begins now.”

*Clara’s p.o.v* The steam from my personal vanity mirror was still clearing, but the reflection staring back at me was already a disaster. My liquid eyeliner was uneven. My extensions weren't sitting flush against my crown. I had spent forty minutes trying to erase the dark circles under my eyes, but no amount of high-definition concealer could hide the fact that I hadn't slept more than two hours since we landed in Colorado. "Clara, honey, you need to step into the dress," my mother said, knocking gently on the cedar door of the master dressing suite. "The event coordinator says the lighting technicians are already testing the illumination on the frozen lake. The guests are descending."

“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.