CHAPTER 2: A NAME SHE NEVER GAVE
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Amara stared at the paper like it was going to suddenly change itself.
But it didn’t.
Her name was still there. Neat. Official. Real.
And completely impossible.
She looked up sharply at Damián.
“This is a joke, right? Someone is trying to prank me. Because I’ve never seen this before in my life!”
Damián didn’t blink.
“I don’t joke with contracts.”
Her heart started beating faster.
“Then explain it! I didn’t sign any marriage contract! I don’t even know you!”
He walked back to his desk, calm like the storm he clearly was.
“You don’t need to know me. Not yet.”
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“It does in my world,” he replied.
Amara shook her head quickly, panic rising in her chest.
“I’m leaving. Whatever this is, I’m not part of it.”
She turned toward the door.
“Go ahead,” Damián said quietly.
She paused.
Something in his voice made her stop.
Not a threat.
More like certainty.
She slowly turned back.
“…What do you mean?”
He leaned slightly on the desk, eyes sharp now.
“You walk out of here, and in 48 hours your life will be very different. No job. No school opportunities. No support. Nothing.”
Her mouth went dry.
“You’re threatening me?”
“No,” he said simply. “I’m explaining reality.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Unfair.
Amara’s hands curled tightly.
“I didn’t do anything to you,” she said softly. “Why me?”
For the first time, something shifted in his expression.
Just a flicker.
Then it was gone.
“You were chosen,” he said.
“That’s not an answer!”
“It’s the only one you’ll get today.”
She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.
“This is madness. You can’t just pick someone and force marriage on them!”
Damián walked closer again, slower this time.
“I didn’t pick you,” he said.
That made her pause.
“What?”
“I was handed your name.”
Amara frowned deeply.
“By who?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he picked up another file and placed it on the table.
“Read that.”
Her hands trembled again as she opened it.
Inside were documents.
Bank records.
School details.
Personal information.
Everything about her life.
Her eyes widened.
“This… this is stalking!”
“No,” he said calmly. “This is selection.”
Her voice cracked slightly.
“Who gave you my information?”
Damián looked at her for a long moment.
Then finally said:
“The person who owns your debt.”
Amara went still.
“…Debt?”
He nodded once.
“And until that debt is paid… your name belongs to them.”
Her world tilted.
“That’s impossible. I don’t owe anyone anything!”
Damián’s gaze stayed locked on hers.
“You might want to ask the people who raised you that.”
Silence swallowed the room again.
Amara felt something cold crawl into her chest.
Not fear exactly.
Worse.
Confusion.
Because deep down, she already knew—
this wasn’t a mistake.
And somehow… her life had been signed away before she even knew it existed.
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