At eleven forty-five I picked up my phone with hands that wouldn't stop shaking.
The number Lucien had written on the last page of the contract. For my answer.
I dialed before I could change my mind.
He answered on the first ring.
"Miss Vale."
"I'll do it," I said. The words came out rushed.
"Six months. I'll pretend to be your fiancée. But you have to promise you'll tell me everything about my parents."
"I give you my word."
"When do I start?"
"Tomorrow. Elena will pick you up at nine AM. Bring whatever you'll need for six months."
"Wait, tomorrow? That's too soon. I need to—"
"Nine AM, Miss Vale. Don't be late."
The line went dead.
I sat there in my tiny apartment staring at my phone. At the contract spread across my table. At my hands that wouldn't stop shaking.
What had I just agreed to? What had I just done?
But even as the panic set in, even as I questioned every decision that led me here, one thought kept echoing through my mind.
Finally. After twelve years. Finally I was going to get answers.
Even if it cost me everything.
Even if I was walking straight into a trap.
Even if this was the worst decision I'd ever make in my entire life.
I was going to know the truth.
And that had to be worth something.
It had to be.
I picked up my pen with shaky hands and signed my name on the white paper.
Suddenly my head felt heavy and I became dizzy.
What was happening to me?
I held onto my desk tightly so I wouldn't fall to the ground.
Confusion washed over me, I wasn't feeling this way a few minutes ago but why now all of a sudden?
I looked at my name on the contract, it glowed a faint gold color, my eyes widened, and I pushed the paper away in fear.
What was happening?