The Deal
1371 Words
Episode 1
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The Deal
Evelyn Carter had never believed a single decision could destroy a life.
She knew now how wrong she was.
The lawyer’s office was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the sharp, waiting kind—like the silence right before bad news is delivered. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and something expensive she couldn’t name, and the chair beneath her felt far too soft for the weight pressing down on her chest.
Ten minutes.
That was all they had given her.
Ten minutes to decide whether she would sacrifice herself for survival.
Her hands were clenched together in her lap, fingers interlocked so tightly they ached. She welcomed the pain. It grounded her, reminded her that she was still real, still here, still Evelyn Carter—the same girl who had grown up counting coins at grocery stores and praying the electricity wouldn’t be cut off again.
The same girl whose mother now lay unconscious in a private hospital room she couldn’t afford.
“Miss Carter.”
The lawyer cleared his throat gently, as if afraid she might break. He was an older man, gray-haired and professionally kind, the sort of man who probably believed contracts were neutral things—ink and paper without souls.
He slid a thick, neatly organized folder across the glass table toward her.
“This agreement has been reviewed and approved by all relevant parties,” he said. “If you choose to proceed, we can finalize everything today.”
Evelyn stared at the folder like it might explode.
Proceed.
Such a harmless word for something so irreversible.
She didn’t open it. She already knew what was inside. She had read the summary twice, listened to it explained in painful detail, and still it felt unreal—like someone else’s nightmare had somehow landed in her lap.
Marriage.
Two years.
No love.
No children.
No emotional expectations.
A contract.
And across from her, sitting in a chair that cost more than her monthly rent ever had, was the man who would become her husband.
Dominic Blackwood.
He hadn’t said a word since she walked in.
He didn’t need to.
He sat with the relaxed confidence of someone who owned everything in the room—the building, the company, the people inside it. His suit was dark, perfectly tailored, not a single crease out of place. One arm rested casually on the chair, his posture composed, controlled.
Cold.
Evelyn had noticed him immediately when she entered. It was impossible not to. He had a presence that pulled the air toward him, like gravity. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes so unreadable they made her feel exposed just being in their path.
He didn’t look at her like a man looks at a woman.
He looked at her like a problem that had already been solved.
“Look at me.”
His voice cut through her thoughts, deep and calm and commanding enough to send a shiver down her spine.
Evelyn raised her head.
Their eyes met.
She fought the urge to look away.
Up close, he was even more intimidating. There was no warmth in his expression, no curiosity, no sympathy. Just assessment. Calculation. As if he were memorizing her, cataloguing her flaws and weaknesses for future use.
“This is not a romantic arrangement,” Dominic said flatly. “I don’t want confusion later.”
“I understand,” Evelyn replied, surprised at how steady her voice sounded.
Something flickered in his eyes—brief, almost imperceptible. Interest, perhaps. Or surprise.
“Good,” he said. “Then we’re clear.”
The lawyer shifted uncomfortably. “Mr. Blackwood has agreed to assume full financial responsibility for your mother’s treatment,” he explained gently. “All outstanding hospital bills will be paid today. Ongoing care will be provided without limitation.”
Evelyn’s breath caught.
Her mother.
She pictured her lying pale and still, machines humming softly beside her bed. The way her chest barely rose when she breathed. The fear that had lodged itself so deeply inside Evelyn she didn’t think it would ever leave.
“And… the doctors?” she asked quietly. “The surgery?”
“The best in the state,” Dominic said before the lawyer could answer. “Possibly the country.”
Relief slammed into her so suddenly her eyes burned.
“And in exchange,” Dominic continued, his tone unchanging, “you become my wife.”
The word echoed in her mind.
Wife.
She had imagined marriage once. In silly, distant ways. A dress borrowed from a friend. A small ceremony. Someone who loved her, even if life stayed hard.
Not this.
Not him.
“Why me?” she asked before she could stop herself.
The room went still.
Dominic’s gaze sharpened, like a blade catching the light. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his thighs, closing the distance between them just enough to make her pulse race.
“That,” he said calmly, “is not part of the agreement.”
Evelyn nodded, even though the answer unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
She finally opened the folder.
Pages and pages of legal language stared back at her—clauses, conditions, restrictions. It felt less like a marriage contract and more like the terms of her captivity.
Her eyes skimmed until one sentence made her stomach drop.
This marriage shall remain strictly contractual in nature. Emotional attachment is neither required nor expected.
She swallowed hard.
“What happens after two years?” she asked.
Dominic leaned back. “You leave.”
Just like that.
“No divorce drama. No claims. No ties. You walk away with whatever dignity you manage to preserve.”
Her fingers curled around the edge of the table. “And during the marriage?”
“You live in my house. You attend events when required. You don’t embarrass me.”
“And love?” The word slipped out before she could stop it.
For a long moment, Dominic simply stared at her.
Then his lips curved—not into a smile, but something colder.
“If you fall in love,” he said quietly, “that will be your mistake. Not mine.”
Her chest tightened.
“Do you hate me already,” she asked softly, “or will that come later?”
Silence stretched between them.
The lawyer looked anywhere but at them.
Dominic studied her as if seeing her for the first time—not just a name on paper, not just a solution. Something unreadable passed through his eyes before it vanished again.
“I don’t hate you,” he said. “I don’t feel anything about you at all.”
That hurt more than hatred would have.
Evelyn picked up the pen.
It felt heavier than it should have.
Her hand hovered over the signature line, trembling. This was wrong. This was terrifying. This was the end of everything she had been—and the only way to save the one person she loved.
She thought of her mother’s smile. Her sacrifices. Her whispered prayers.
She signed.
The sound of pen against paper was quiet, almost gentle. But to Evelyn, it sounded like something breaking.
The lawyer exhaled slowly. “Congratulations,” he said, though the word felt painfully out of place.
Dominic stood.
“The wedding will be in two weeks,” he said. “Small. Private. You’ll be informed of the details.”
Evelyn rose as well, her legs unsteady.
“What if I change my mind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dominic paused at the door.
He looked back at her, his expression calm, almost bored.
“You won’t,” he said. “You can’t afford to.”
And then he left.
The door closed softly behind him, sealing the room in silence.
Evelyn stood there, staring at the contract she had just signed, her new last name already printed neatly at the top of the page.
Blackwood.
She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to breathe.
She had saved her mother.
But in doing so, she had just given her life to a man who didn’t believe in love—and never planned
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