TIED BY FATE

emporary and somewhat frigid. Everything about it exuded opulence and authority, causing a knot to tighten in Ava's stomach. She had never before entered a space that felt so... daunting. The

s the marble floors beneath Ava's feet. Clearing her throat, Ava responded, "I have an appointment with Mr. Blackwood." The receptionist acknowledged

lines. However, now that she found herself here-on the precipice of a decision that could alter the course of her life-she felt uncertain. A part of her yearned to turn back, to exit and abandon this entire notion. But

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ing. Ava grasped his hand, feeling the firm grip and nodded. "Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Blackwood." "Please, call me Julian," he replied, guiding her into his office. "And I appreciate your willingness to meet with me. I understand this is somewhat unorthodox, however, I believe we could both gain from what I'm proposing." His office was expansive, the walls adorned with bookshelves, s

shaking her head. She had come here with a specific intention and although she appreciated his hospitality, she needed to remain focused. "So... what exactly are you proposing?" Julian's gaze softened for a moment; however, an underlying intensity remained in his eyes. "I want to make a deal with you, Ava. You're an artist with significant potential, but I understand the str

sist me with a project. I'm entangled in a significant business deal and the stipulations of this deal necessitate that I'm married. However, my personal life isn't exactly... conventional. Therefore, I require someone to help me uphold the appropriate image. I'm proposing a marriage contract." Ava blinked, convinced she hadn't comprehended him correctly. "A what?" "A contract marriage," Julian reiterated, his voice steady a

re the assurance of a favorable public persona. A year, Ava. That's all I'm asking for. Just a year." Ava's thoughts raced. This situation transcended her art. It involved more than merely selling paintings or attaining fame. This presented an opportunity much grander-a means to secure her future, to alleviate the anxiety about keeping the lights on. Yet, at what price? A marriage contract? It felt like a risk, one

individual I can rely on, someone who comprehends the demands of the world I inhabit." Ava found herself uncertain about the veracity of his words. Trust? Could she truly trust him? Yet, on the other hand, what alternative did she possess? The other option was ambiguity-persisting in her cramped studio, yearning for an opportunity that might elude her. Her heart raced

e decision pressing heavily on her shoulders. It was a risk-no doubt about it-but it also represented an opportunity that might never arise again. Julian wasn't merely offering her financial stability; he was presenting her with a chance to transform her life. Ava inhaled deeply, steeling herself for what lay ahead. "Al