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It makes me so happy to know that you're following their story. I have to inform you, however, that this book is now signed! Yay! And starting December 04, the chapters will be locked. I hope you continue to support me, and follow their stories. Thank you everyone. Y'all are really awesome. - Caine Casann (C. C.) -

“Sign it. Don’t make me wait.” Kimmy took the pen with trembling hands. Her chest pounded wildly. She wanted to refuse, but her father’s sharp glare and Grayson’s oppressive aura left her powerless. With shaking hands, she finally scribbled her signature under the name—Kimberly Chandra. Once the ink dried, Grayson pulled back the contract. His smile was faint, almost mocking. “Good. Now you officially belong to me.” Kimmy bit her lip, tears threatening to fall. In her heart, she felt nothing more than an object traded for money.

I took a quick drink to calm my nerves and returned to the table. Reid handed me the final document. “All set. Just sign here.” I scanned the first few pages again, then nodded. I signed it quickly, not bothering to read the rest. I was too tired, too frustrated, and too damn desperate to care. As soon as my signature dried, Reid smiled and lifted his glass. “To new beginnings.” I clinked mine against his and took a long drink, trying to ignore the strange, bitter aftertaste that lingered in my mouth.

Peter turned to the side and snapped his fingers. A short, stocky man in his fifties approached, carrying a small black folder. His suit was too neat for this ruin of a place, his eyes too sharp. He opened the folder to reveal an official document—heavy cream paper, embossed, already bearing Peter’s signature. “Sign,” Peter said simply. I took the pen from the man’s hand. My fingers trembled only once before I steadied them. The ink glistened darkly as I wrote my name. The moment the nib lifted, I felt something leave me.

the priest says in sorrow. “Get those legal shit. Let us sign our names…” he orders his gangsters, and at once, he signs the marriage certificate. I am handed the pen and made to sign. My hands fidget, and it is only when I close my eyes that I am able to draw my signature.

“Sign the papers and I will give you a chance to start a new life outside these cold bars,” The pen felt heavy in my hand as I scrawled my signature, each stroke a painful admission of defeat. Gideon’s smirk widened as he collected the signed papers, clearly pleased with his machinations. “I’ll ensure this is filed immediately,” he said, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. “You’ll be out by tomorrow.”

she said, demonstrating with her fingers. I took a closer look at the first document, my signature was on it. Or it looks like my signature. I opened my bag and brought out my journal and a pen. “What's wrong?” Madeline asked, “did you find something?” She asked again. I opened up a page in my journal and signed with my signature. I took another look at the document she handed to me and smiled. “What is it?” Carina asked, “you are keeping us anticipating,” she said and my smile grew.