The Contract
709 Words
Amara didn’t leave the mansion that day.
She couldn’t.
Every time she tried to think clearly, Adrian’s voice echoed in her head “Five million.” “A fresh start.”
She paced around the room, her thoughts tangled.
“This is insane…” she muttered.
But no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, reality kept hitting her.
She had nowhere to go.
No fiancé.
No plan.
No future.
By evening, her decision was made.
Amara stood outside Adrian’s study, her heart pounding like a drum.
She raised her hand to knock… then hesitated.
“Once you do this,” she whispered to herself, “there’s no turning back.”
She took a deep breath.
And knocked.
“Come in.”
His voice was calm as always.
She stepped inside.
Adrian was seated behind his desk, looking like a man who controlled everything around him.
Including her fate.
“I’ve made my decision,” Amara said, trying to sound confident.
Adrian looked up.
Their eyes met.
“And?” he asked.
She swallowed.
“I’ll do it.”
Silence.
Then slowly… a faint smile appeared on his lips.
“Good.”
He stood up and walked toward his desk drawer, pulling out a file.
“I had a feeling you would.”
Amara raised an eyebrow. “You’re very confident.”
“I’m rarely wrong.”
He handed her the document.
“The contract. Read it carefully.”
Amara sat down and began reading.
The terms were clear:
* She would act as Adrian’s girlfriend for three months
* She must attend events, dinners, and family gatherings
* She must maintain the image of a real relationship
* No public scandals
* No betrayal
Her eyes paused at the last line:
“No falling in love.”
She frowned.
“What is this?” she asked.
Adrian didn’t react. “A rule.”
She looked up at him. “You’re serious?”
“Completely.”
Amara let out a small laugh.
“You really think that’s something you can control?”
“Yes,” he replied coldly. “I do.”
His confidence annoyed her.
“Don’t worry,” she said, dropping the paper on the table. “You’re not my type anyway.”
For the first time…Adrian smirked.
“We’ll see.”
She picked up the pen.
Her hand paused for a second.
This was it.
The moment everything changed.
Then she signed.
“Congratulations,” Adrian said. “You’re officially mine.”
Her head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
He corrected himself without missing a beat.
“My girlfriend.”
Her heart skipped.
“First rule,” he continued. “You move into the main wing.”
“What? I already have a room.”
“That was temporary,” he said. “If we’re doing this, we do it properly.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re very controlling.”
“And you agreed to it.”
She had no comeback.
“Second,” he added, “we start tonight.”
“Tonight?!”
“Yes. There’s a dinner.”
Amara groaned. “Already? I just signed the contract!”
“Then consider it your first task.”
Before she could argue “Sir,” a voice interrupted as the door suddenly opened.
Adrian’s assistant stepped in, looking tense.
“What is it?” Adrian asked.
“Daniel Wright is here.”
Amara froze.
Her blood ran cold.
“…What?”
“He’s at the gate,” the assistant continued. “He insists on seeing Miss Amara.”
Amara’s heart started racing.
“No… no, I don’t want to see him.”
Adrian looked at her carefully.
Then back at his assistant.
“Let him in.”
Her eyes widened.
“What?! No!”
But Adrian didn’t even look at her.
“Bring him to the living room.”
Panic filled her chest.
“Why would you do that?” she whispered.
Adrian finally turned to her.
His eyes were dark.
“Because,” he said calmly,
“It’s time you face your past.”
Amara’s hands trembled.
She wasn’t ready.
Not yet.
And as footsteps echoed through the mansion…
She realized something terrifying her past had just walked back into her life.
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