Chapter 2: The Contract
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Amara had never seen a house like this before.
The moment the gates opened, her breath caught. The mansion stood tall and intimidating, its glass walls glowing under soft golden lights. Everything about it screamed power… and control.
“Get down,” Adrian’s voice cut through her thoughts.
She stepped out of the car slowly, her heart pounding. This place didn’t feel like a home. It felt like a cage.
Inside, everything was spotless. Cold. Perfect.
“Sit,” Adrian said, already walking past her.
Amara hesitated, then followed him into a large living room. A document lay neatly on the table.
“The contract,” he said.
She picked it up, her eyes scanning the pages.
One year marriage.
No emotional involvement.
No questioning his decisions.
Appear in public as his wife when necessary.
Her chest tightened.
“This isn’t a marriage,” she said quietly. “It’s ownership.”
Adrian’s gaze darkened. “It’s a deal. One you desperately need.”
Amara swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “And if I refuse?”
“Then you walk out that door,” he replied calmly. “And your brother doesn’t get the surgery.”
The words hit like a slap.
Silence filled the room.
Slowly, Amara reached for the pen.
But just before signing, she stopped.
“I have a condition,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet his.
Adrian raised a brow. “You’re in no position to make demands.”
“Maybe,” she replied steadily. “But I won’t lose myself in this.”
For a moment, the air between them grew tense.
Then Adrian leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous.
“Say it.”
Amara tightened her grip on the pen.
“You don’t get to control me.”
A slow, unreadable smile formed on his lips.
“Sign it,” he said.
Her heart raced.
And with one stroke of ink—
Amara sealed her fate.
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