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The Gilded Pact

Chapter 2 The Unspoken Terms

Word Count: 920    |    Released on: 02/07/2025

r, and panoramic views of Manhattan that seemed to mock the small, colorful world Elara had just left. She sat perched on the edge of a chrome chair, her paint-spla

orted her in and closed the heavy, soundproof door. The air crackled with a ten

ction, "you are Elara Thorne, the final obs

ignation. "I'm not an obstacle. I'm trying to save somet

a breaking point." He leaned forward, just slightly, his dark eyes boring into hers. "Your Art Collective ha

t Collective owes approximately $875,000 in outstanding property taxes, back rent, and unserviced loans. Its operati

a surgeon dissecting a frog, clinically, dispassionate

r voice cracking. "It's my family's legacy

ble in his eyes. He leaned back, crossing his arms over

offer, a paltry sum to walk away. Something th

ed, his voice flat, as i

struggling to process

f any romantic pretense. "A temporary arrangement. For a speci

In exchange, I will clear the Art Collective's debt. All of it. I will also establish a substantial endo

ng, were astronomical to her. Enough to save the Collective, not just for now, but

her voice barely a

alizing. A condition that requires me to be married. It's... unorthodox, but non-negotiable. You're publicly visible, connected

ss, outrage at his audacity, and a flicker of desperate hope. Thi

ict confidentiality. No emotional entanglement. A generous financial settlement for you perso

ship. He was asking for a signature, a facade. For a moment, her artistic, idealistic soul rebelled. This was wrong. This was everything she stood against.

think," she stammered

urs. After that, the offer is withdrawn, and my company proceeds

ed to her feet, the contract feeling impossibly heavy in he

sign, your life changes. Completely. There will be public scrutiny, constant

s getting into. But she knew, with a chilling certainty, that if she didn't sign, everything she held dear would vanish. The silenc

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