Chapter 6 – The Contract Unveiled
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The pen felt heavier in Cezy’s hand than it should have. Just an ordinary black fountain pen, yet it seemed weighted with the gravity of everything her heart was screaming against. The pages spread before her on Nathan’s desk were pristine, crisp, and terrifyingly official—each clause a reminder that this wasn’t a dream she could flutter awake from. This was real.
The room was silent except for the low hum of the city outside, muffled by the floor-to-ceiling glass. Nathan’s office was immaculate: dark mahogany wood, chrome fixtures, shelves lined with books she doubted he’d ever had time to read. And there he sat, across from her, every inch of him exuding control. Nathan Cross wasn’t just a CEO—he was the kind of man who dominated the space he was in without ever raising his voice.
“Sign it,” he said simply, the velvet smoothness of his tone both soothing and commanding. His piercing blue eyes never left her face.
Cezy’s pulse raced. She couldn’t look away from him. He was devastatingly handsome in the most dangerous way—sharp jawline, perfectly tailored suit, confidence that dripped from every movement. He was the type of man who could ruin or remake a person with a single decision. And now… he wanted her.
Or at least, he wanted her for a role.
She glanced back at the document, her eyes catching on the words she’d read a dozen times already:
A contractual partnership between Nathan Cross Enterprises and Cezy Celina…
The terms were clear. She was to appear at events by his side. She was to play the part of his girlfriend—graceful, charming, endlessly supportive. In exchange, she would receive guaranteed auditions, a monthly stipend that felt like more money than she’d ever seen in her life, and the kind of exposure she’d dreamed of since she was a child rehearsing in front of a cracked mirror.
Still, her chest squeezed with doubt.
“This feels…” she swallowed hard, her voice a whisper, “… like selling myself.”
Nathan leaned back, his lips twitching into something between amusement and irritation. “No, Cezy. This is business. You’re an aspiring actress, aren’t you? Think of this as the role of your life.”
His words cut straight through her hesitation. It was exactly that. The role of her life.
She thought of Mira—her glamorous, venomous step-sister—always ready to remind her that she’d never amount to anything. Mira would laugh until her perfectly manicured nails chipped if she saw Cezy hesitate. She would sneer, You’re not brave enough. You don’t have what it takes.
Cezy’s spine stiffened.
She wanted to prove Mira wrong. She wanted to prove everyone wrong.
Her hand trembled as she pressed the pen to the paper. She hesitated for just one heartbeat longer, staring at Nathan. His gaze was steady, unreadable, but there was something there—a flicker, like a storm cloud moving across a clear sky.
And then, with one final inhale, she signed.
The sound of the pen scratching against paper was the loudest sound in the world.
When she finished, she set the pen down. Her signature glared back at her. Cezy Celina.
Nathan reached for the contract, his long fingers brushing the edge of the page with practiced ease. He didn’t smile, not quite, but the corner of his mouth curved. “Welcome to my world, Miss Celina.”
Her stomach flipped.
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The Rules
The rest of the meeting felt like a blur. Nathan went over the rules with military precision, as if he’d recited them to himself a hundred times before.
“You will accompany me to every event I deem necessary,” he said, flipping through the pages. “Galas, charity dinners, board functions, film premieres. You will dress appropriately. My assistant will see to your wardrobe.”
Cezy’s face heated. “Wardrobe?”
“You’re my partner in the public eye,” Nathan replied coolly. “You’ll be styled to match the image we want to project. Elegant. Refined. Untouchable.”
It felt strange, the thought of him dictating what she wore, how she appeared. Like being molded into a doll. But at the same time, wasn’t that what acting was? Stepping into roles, fitting into worlds?
“There will be no… scandals,” he continued, his eyes locking onto hers. “No secret rendezvous with admirers, no reckless behavior. The paparazzi are vultures. They’ll be watching every move you make.”
Cezy bit her lip. “And what about you?”
The question slipped out before she could stop herself. Nathan’s eyebrow arched.
“What about me?”
“Do you follow those rules too?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
For the briefest second, something flickered in his gaze—something dark, something dangerous. Then it was gone. He leaned back, his expression unreadable once more.
“I always follow the rules,” he said flatly.
She wasn’t sure if she believed him.
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The Interruption
When Cezy finally stepped out of the towering Cross Enterprises building later that afternoon, her head spun. Her body was light, like she’d stepped into another dimension. Just hours ago, she had been a nobody. Now… now she was Nathan Cross’s contract partner.
Her dream was about to begin.
She clutched her bag tighter as she walked down the steps, her heart racing. But before she could even reach the curb, a familiar, venom-laced voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Cezy froze. Her stomach dropped.
Mira Celina stood by the sleek black car parked outside, her arms folded, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. She looked flawless, as always—long legs wrapped in designer heels, her hair flowing in glossy waves, lips painted the perfect crimson. She was everything Cezy wasn’t, and she knew it.
“M-Mira,” Cezy stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mira tilted her head, her smile sharp as a blade. “So it’s true. My little step-sister is playing pretend with the great Nathan Cross. How charming. Did you sell your soul for a taste of his world?”
Cezy’s chest burned. “It’s not like that.”
“Of course it’s not,” Mira purred, her eyes glinting. “You’ll never fit into his world, Cezy. You’ll trip over your cheap heels before you make it to the red carpet. But don’t worry—I’ll be there to watch.”
The car door behind her opened then, and Nathan’s tall figure emerged, his presence instantly commanding the space. His icy gaze landed on Mira.
“Miss Celina,” he said curtly. “I wasn’t aware you had business here.”
Mira’s smirk faltered for a second, but she quickly regained it. “Oh, I was just congratulating my dear sister. I wouldn’t miss this moment for the world.”
Nathan’s expression didn’t change, but his voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “If you’re here to gloat, don’t. Cezy belongs to my company now. And I protect what’s mine.”
Cezy’s breath caught. The words weren’t meant to be romantic—she knew that. But the way he said them, low and commanding, sent a shiver down her spine.
Mira’s jaw tightened, though she forced a sweet smile. “Of course. I’ll see you soon, Cezy. Enjoy your… contract.”
She swept away, her heels clicking against the pavement like gunshots.
Cezy’s knees trembled. Nathan glanced down at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Don’t let her get to you,” he said quietly. “Focus on the contract. Focus on the role. That’s all that matters.”
But Cezy knew Mira wouldn’t stop there. This was only the beginning.
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The First Outing
Three nights later, Cezy’s new life began.
Nathan’s assistant, a sharp-eyed woman named Elara, had delivered three garment bags to Cezy’s apartment along with a detailed schedule. Inside, Cezy found dresses she never could have afforded in her wildest dreams—silks, satins, gowns that shimmered like starlight under her fingers. It took her nearly an hour just to decide which one to wear.
When she arrived at the Cross Enterprises car waiting downstairs, she felt like an imposter.
And then she saw Nathan.
He was waiting inside the sleek limousine, his suit tailored to perfection, his tie an exact shade of midnight. His blue eyes flicked over her as she stepped inside, lingering for just a moment too long before he looked away.
“Not bad,” he murmured.
Cezy’s cheeks heated.
The ride was silent, thick with unspoken tension. Cezy’s fingers twisted in her lap as the city lights blurred past. She wanted to ask a hundred questions—What would she say? How should she act? What if she embarrassed him?—but Nathan seemed as calm and unshakable as ever.
When they arrived at the gala, the cameras were already waiting. Flashbulbs erupted like fireworks the moment Nathan stepped out, and when he extended a hand for Cezy, her world tilted.
This was it.
Her first night as his “star.”
The crowd roared. Photographers shouted her name.
And as Nathan’s fingers closed firmly around hers, Cezy realized with a shock—this wasn’t just pretending. This was the start of something far more dangerous.
Something real.
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