The Price Of His Name

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fferent. Tonight, I was selling my soul. I tried my best to dismiss any second thoughts but I couldn't help but think that I was making a mistake. Maybe I was. But did I really have a choice? The elevator ride to the top floor crawled at a slow pace. My worn-out dress felt like a second skin of shame among the sleek business attire of those around me. They barely sp

stian

CEO. Devil in

ble floor, the only sound breaking the silence of his office. He didn't smile. He almost never did.

aid, his voice smoot

e lump in my th

unimpressed. "Or

. "My family needs the money, Seb

sement evident in his eyes. Without anot

age Ag

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o my vision, branding t

Six months as his wife, bound to his ev

oice calm, almost mocking. "Have you fin

can read flawlessly.

ction crossed his exp

was sealed. I pressed the tip to the paper, forcing my name onto the contr

anned it with cool efficiency, a

to hell, M

and reached for my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His g

," he murmured, his breath warm agains

coiled in my stomach.

a mockery of affection. "A deal is a deal,

s, cold and unbreakable. And with the