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Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

Gavin

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

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A woman in a baby pink summer dress was enjoying the party that her mate threw for revealing the gender of their newborn pup.

“Alright! Alright!” Nathan Gayle stopped the party, showing his hand. “I think it’s time to reveal the gender of the pup,” he added, on which everyone cheered and howled in happiness.

Grabbing a black balloon that was kept in the corner of the room, he walked toward his mate, Ethlyn Smith Gayle, with a big smile on his face.

At the same time, other people hooted, and Ethlyn’s sister gave her a needle with which she was going to burst the balloon, and the color filled inside it would reveal the gender.

“So, what do you think? Its pink inside or blue?” Ethlyn's mother asked the crowd.

“Pink!!”

“Blue!!”

“Blue”

“Pink!!”

“It’s a girl, for sure.”

“No, it’s a boy!! The future Alpha of the pack for sure!!”

All the guests guessed the gender of the baby, judging the size of Ethlyn’s baby bump and her mood swings in the past two months.

“Ready, love?” Nathan asked with a smile, to which Ethlyn nodded happily. “This is our future.”

“I know.” Ethlyn agreed and burst the balloon with a needle and looked down at the color that was inside it, but she furrowed her eyebrow, finding a lot of papering cutting.

Everyone stopped cheering and hooting, seeing this.

Was this a new way of revealing a gender? Instead of color, boy or girl would be written on the paper cutting? Everyone wondered.

Ethlyn bent down and picked a piece of paper to read what was written on that, and her eyes widened when she read ‘Cheat.’ She picked up another paper and read, ‘Betrayer,’ ‘Hate you,’ ‘Slut’, ‘Whore’, etc.

“What… what is all this, Nathan?” Ethlyn said in confusion.

Because of air, those paper slips flew to other people as well, even if they got confused reading it.

“Really, Ethlyn? You don’t know.” Immediately the tone of Nathan changed, and he didn’t sound pleased but looked very pissed.

“I don’t understand.” She said, hoping this to be some kind of prank. “What are you talking about?”

“Wow!! I wonder how can you lie so smoothly?” Nathan clapped, observing the actions of Ethlyn. “Let me call the pack doctor to reveal your real face in front of all our close relatives and friends,” he added with disgust as if she had done some low-level or cheap crime.

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