Signing
Caroline pov
"I would sign the contract" I repeated, slightly hesitating.
I could almost hear the smirk forming on his lips.
"Good," he replied. "I'll send a car."
The line went dead.
And just like that, the choice was made.
For my mother.
Not for him.
Never for him.
But as I slid Xavier's card back into the wallet, one thing was clear:
I might have just walked into the lion's den.
The car arrived less than 30 minutes later. It was a sleek, black limousine. The latest model that glittered in the sun. Everything about it smelled like wealth. It was the kind of car that turned heads in traffic and made people stare, wondering who the hell was inside.
I sat stiffly in the back seat, clutching my handbag like it was my life ticket out of this mess I found myself into. The
