Novel & Cerita Sign Chapter 1

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.) -

Legal jargon tangled with words that had nothing to do with law and everything to do with possession. By the time I reached the last page, my hands were trembling. “All you have to do,” Sebastian said, “is sign.” I thought about Paul. About the house. About the life I’d been trying to save with nothing but stubbornness and desperation. Then I thought about Sebastian. About the way he watched me like I was already naked. I picked up the pen. The scratch of my signature across the paper was the loudest sound in the room. Sebastian took the contract, slid it into his briefcase, and stood.

I think my body already learned how to stop. My phone chimes again. This time, I just glance at it. With a sigh, I look back at the document. My eyes scan the closing paragraphs again and I pause my finger over the signature line. I still have not signed it. I look the signature line like a wall that I have to climb. I clench my fingers around the pen but I remain still. One signature and this part of my life ends. I am ready. I've been ready. While thinking, there is someone knocking on my door. My body tenses up instantly.

“Just hurry up and sign the papers.” “Don’t worry,” I managed to reply through gritted teeth, summoning every ounce of willpower I had left. With trembling hands, I reached for the papers. My fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the expensive stationery—each stroke igniting painful memories of promises and broken vows. I could barely feel the paper as I forced it into my grasp, each movement a declaration of independence from the life that had become a gilded prison. “Alright then,” I said, voice low and resolute. I signed the papers with deliberate, harsh strokes, each mark on the document sealing away a part of the past that I would never reclaim.

he said simply. That was not an answer, nor did it help me understand the reason behind all this. But I was here already. I saw no going back from this, and where would I be returning to? Out there, my death was awaiting me. "Can I have a pen?" I whispered, my voice croaked as I watched him bring out a pen from his trousers, handing it over to me. My fingers slowly trailed through the contract, page by page, scanning each word. With some, I read again, trying to digest the words as my hands tightened on the pen. I slowly wrote my signature, signing each page on the contract. My hands lingered for a moment while signing, as they gave a pause. But I had to do this.

She sits back, folding her arms and watching me squirm, knowing she has me on chokehold. I ran my fingers through my hair, my frustration bubbling to the surface. Across the table, she waits patiently, her perfectly manicured nails drumming softly against the chair. Finally, I cough slightly and lean forward, meeting her gaze head-on. “We have a deal,” I respond, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “But first, I need your signature.” I reach into my coat pocket and pull out a piece of paper. “Sign this, and the shares are mine.”

But the words get caught in my throat. “Can I read through it first?” I ask instead. Dan’s face pales. His lips tighten, his jaw ticking as his eyes flicker briefly to Chloe. “Don’t worry, I’ve already gone through it,” he says, his words clipped. “What we need now is your signature, son.” He practically grits it out, but I can hear the sharp edge in his voice. I hesitate, unsure. My mind screams at me to pull back, to question everything. My hand instinctively goes to my temple, massaging the spot where a headache is starting to form “ I don’t even…remember my signature.”

Is he planning on buying me out of the company? Makes me wonder. I pick up the pen and sign the first page. I get to the second page, which is the last page to sign. Just as I was about to sign it, the door beeps indicating that someone has entered the code to unlock the door, and it opens. As soon as Chase walks in, I stand and meet him halfway. “Chase, can we talk?” I say, hoping to convince him otherwise. “Did you sign the papers?” He asks, not looking at me.

My hands are shaking as I flip through the papers, my eyes blurring as I search for the place where my signature is needed. "Fine, I'll sign it," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper. A flicker of shock crosses Maximus’s face, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by that cold expression. After I’m done signing. I grab my bag from the couch and stand up, my heart heavy as I head for the door. “Wait,” his husky voice calls softly, just as I reach the doorframe. I hesitate, but I can’t bring myself to turn around.

Or all of it. The clerk clears his throat, looking as if he's about to throw up. He wraps this up in record time, which I'm grateful for, and slides the certificate across the counter for us to sign. His hands are still shaking as he hands over the pen to us. Chloe doesn't make a move to grab it, so I do it instead, being the first to sign the document. I just need this to be over and done with as quickly as possible. Once I’ve signed, I pass the pen to her. I hate the look on her face. I hate how her fingers are cold as they brush over mine when I hand her the pen. I hate how she looks like an animal trapped in a cage.