Chapter 4: The Contract
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barely slept that night.
The room was too big… too quiet… too unfamiliar.
Every small sound made me flinch, every shadow on the wall felt like it was watching me.
This place wasn’t a home.
It was a beautiful prison.
Morning came too quickly.
A soft knock echoed through the door.
“Miss, breakfast is ready,” a calm female voice said.
Miss.
The word felt strange.
I opened the door slowly and saw a woman in a neat uniform. She gave me a polite smile, but her eyes held distance — like she already knew I wasn’t really a guest here.
“He is waiting for you,” she added.
My heart skipped.
Him.
I followed her downstairs, each step heavier than the last.
The dining room was as grand as everything else in this mansion. A long table, perfect lighting, everything in place… except warmth.
He was already there.
Sitting at the head of the table.
Calm. Collected. Dangerous.
“Sit,” he said without looking up.
I hesitated… then slowly took a seat across from him.
Silence filled the space.
I could feel his presence even without looking.
Heavy. Controlling.
“Eat,” he added.
“I’m not hungry,” I replied quietly.
He finally looked up.
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and cold.
“That wasn’t a suggestion.”
My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
I hated how easily he controlled everything… even something as simple as this.
Still, I picked up the fork.
Not because I wanted to.
But because I understood one thing clearly—
Fighting him directly… was useless.
After a few silent minutes, he placed something on the table.
A file.
My stomach dropped.
“What is that?” I asked, even though I already had a bad feeling.
“Your contract,” he said calmly.
My heart started pounding again.
“Contract?”
“Open it.”
My hands trembled as I reached for the file.
Inside were papers. Pages and pages of words I didn’t fully understand… but one thing was clear.
This wasn’t simple.
This was control.
Total control.
“You will stay here,” he said, his voice steady.
“You will follow my rules.”
“You will not leave without my permission.”
Each word felt like a chain locking around me.
“And in return?” I asked quietly.
He leaned back slightly, watching me.
“Your father lives.”
Silence.
That was it.
My chest tightened painfully.
My freedom…
For his life.
“And if I refuse?” I whispered.
His gaze darkened.
“You won’t.”
The confidence in his voice made my stomach twist.
He was right.
I couldn’t.
I looked down at the papers again.
My future… written in cold ink.
“How long?” I asked.
“Until I say so.”
My breath caught.
That wasn’t an answer.
That was a life sentence.
“You’re asking me to give up everything,” I said, my voice breaking slightly.
“No,” he replied calmly.
“I’m asking you to choose what matters more.”
Tears burned my eyes.
I hated this.
I hated him.
But most of all…
I hated that I had no choice.
Slowly…
I picked up the pen.
My hand was shaking.
“Good,” he said quietly.
I closed my eyes for a second…
Then signed.
And just like that—
I gave my life away.
When I looked up, he was watching me.
Not with kindness.
Not with cruelty.
But with something far more dangerous…
Interest.
“Welcome to my world,” he said.
And for the first time…
I truly understood—
There was no escape anymore.
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