THE INHERITANCE CONTRACT

Who Are You, Woman?

She was stepping out of the elevator with graceful steps. The white satin dress she wore fit her body perfectly, the fabric gently swaying with each step. With her tall height, upright posture, and natural beauty, she looked as elegant as a swan. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Blaze found himself studying a woman so carefully. He thought about that night. The hazy silhouette in his bed. The warmth of her body. He had not been able to get her out of his mind for a single moment, but now, this woman was about to become his wife.

For the sake of obligation. For the sake of money.

His anger flared. He was still cursing that damn lawyer meeting. Did they have to meet there? How could he have known that day would change both their lives?

Just as Lena was looking at him, she flicked two thin curls away from her face and fixed her eyes on Blaze. At that moment, it was as if an electric current ran through his body.

Now, with guilt flooding his entire being, he brazenly wanted, with every fiber of his being, for Lena not to be just a woman accompanying him because of a contract. For the first time, he felt such mad passion and devotion toward a woman.

Lena's gaze took him back to the past.

In the dim lights of the nightclub, Blaze had retreated to a corner, slowly twirling his drink. He did not want anyone near him that night. Not a woman. Not a person. He had lost the only man he had ever leaned on in life, the man he loved like a father. The emptiness inside him grew even larger than the sorrow, heavier than the drink.

Now, he had only one duty. To deliver his inheritance and find his daughter. The daughter he had spoken of only as a dream for years, the one he had consoled himself over while drinking and crying at night. His father's only heir. He had to find her and deliver the inheritance she deserved.

While lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard approaching footsteps. The club was full of such women, but he had no intention of turning to look at any of them. With a bored expression, he lifted his head. His eyes were sharp and cold. But then…

He paused.

There was no cheap woman standing in front of him. It was Lena.

She had a charm he had never seen in any other woman. But it was not hidden behind expensive jewelry or flashy makeup. It was in her effortless purity. What truly affected him was the pain in her eyes. In those eyes, he saw himself. A completely lonely, wounded soul.

Under the influence of alcohol, Blaze listened carefully to what she said. He was confused. Did this woman really think he was an escort? Her attitude made it clear she had never seen an escort in her life. So why was she playing this game? A mad curiosity rose inside him. He could not stay indifferent to this strange game.

And his feet carried him to the hotel room.

When the door closed, Lena's shyness became more obvious. Her pure and innocent state made Blaze hesitate. "Are you sure you really want this?" he asked.

But it was not her answer that pushed Blaze past the point of no return. It was the look she gave him. That look. As if she needed to do this.

In the beginning, everything was a forced touch. Blaze was cautious. Lena's fear was obvious, as if she was ready to run away at any moment. But ironically, that fear only fueled the desire inside Blaze even more. This woman, who was trying to pull away from him, was actually drawing him closer. Now, with great lust, he wanted to be inside this woman and lose himself in her warmth.

And finally, Blaze lost himself.

He grasped her and dove deep inside, slowly getting her used to him, unconsciously lost in the warmth of her body. At first, Lena was timid, but with time… the rhythm changed. Something unexpected happened. Lena took control.

First, a moan. Then the contractions beneath her body. And now, she was the one on top, directing the dance with lustful tremors and rhythms.

Blaze's breath caught. Now?

This fragile, timid woman… She was completely surrendered, lost in pleasure. She was on top of him, letting go, following her desires. Watching such a transformation, Blaze lost himself. For hours. Over and over again.

And at the end of these pleasure filled encounters, Lena grew exhausted and fell asleep in his arms.

Blaze looked at the woman's gently rising and falling shoulders, her messy hair, the faint curve on her lips. He wanted to get to know this woman who had affected him so deeply, the first woman who had made him desire someone this much. Who was she? Why was she here? Why had she spent the night with him?

But when he woke up in the morning…

The bed was empty.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked around, but Lena was gone. All that remained was a note on the nightstand and a thick stack of money beside it.

"Great night. Thanks."

At first, Blaze froze. Then a deep laugh erupted from his throat, and he threw his head back.

"This woman has clearly never seen an escort in her life. Or look at the money she left for spending a night with someone," he said, an amused curl forming on his lips.

He stood up and looked at his underwear, but something that had fallen on the bed caught his attention.

Blood.

His eyes narrowed instantly.

His eyebrows furrowed.

What did this mean?

The shyness from last night now made more sense. She was not trying to run away. She was scared.

But why? Why had she decided to give her womanhood, which she had kept unused all this time, to a random stranger?

His lips tightened into a hard line.

His eyes were still fixed on the bed. A sentence fell from his lips, almost like a whisper.

"Who are you, woman?"