My Contract, Her True Love

My Contract, Her True Love

Gavin

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Ethan Prescott, a billionaire haunted by a dark premonition, meticulously staged his own death. His lavish life-the Hamptons galas, the cold but perfect Izzy Rossi on his arm-was a facade he was ready to shatter, scheduled to end in a tragic "sailing accident." This wasn't madness; it was survival. Six months prior, a polo accident revealed a terrifying "script": Izzy, his contractual companion, would find happiness with Liam Vance, while he, Ethan, spiraled into a fiery, fatal car crash. To defy this cruel destiny, Ethan embraced the role of villain. He pushed Izzy away with calculated cruelty, even orchestrating encounters that forced her into Liam's arms. He watched, an agonizing observer, as his cold persona alienated her, convinced her freedom lay in his self-destruction. Why was he forced to sacrifice everything for her happiness? The injustice burned, even as he adhered to the horrifying prophecy. He was a puppet with unseen strings, his fate predetermined. He believed his faked death had finally freed him, rebuilding a quiet life as Miles Corbin. But five years later, Izzy Rossi walked into his bookstore. She knew. She had uncovered his elaborate lie, not to expose him, but to confess the love he'd forced himself to bury. Her shocking revelation: *she also felt the script's control*. His rebellion had merely dragged them both into a larger, more perilous battle-a fight for love and freedom against the unseen Narrator controlling their lives.

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Ethan Prescott, a billionaire haunted by a dark premonition, meticulously staged his own death. His lavish life-the Hamptons galas, the cold but perfect Izzy Rossi on his arm-was a facade he was ready to shatter, scheduled to end in a tragic "sailing accident."

This wasn't madness; it was survival. Six months prior, a polo accident revealed a terrifying "script": Izzy, his contractual companion, would find happiness with Liam Vance, while he, Ethan, spiraled into a fiery, fatal car crash.

To defy this cruel destiny, Ethan embraced the role of villain. He pushed Izzy away with calculated cruelty, even orchestrating encounters that forced her into Liam's arms. He watched, an agonizing observer, as his cold persona alienated her, convinced her freedom lay in his self-destruction.

Why was he forced to sacrifice everything for her happiness? The injustice burned, even as he adhered to the horrifying prophecy. He was a puppet with unseen strings, his fate predetermined.

He believed his faked death had finally freed him, rebuilding a quiet life as Miles Corbin. But five years later, Izzy Rossi walked into his bookstore. She knew. She had uncovered his elaborate lie, not to expose him, but to confess the love he'd forced himself to bury. Her shocking revelation: *she also felt the script's control*. His rebellion had merely dragged them both into a larger, more perilous battle-a fight for love and freedom against the unseen Narrator controlling their lives.

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