It began with a signature—not in blood, as the legends warned, but in crisp black ink on a twenty-three-page nondisclosure agreement.
His composure cracked. Just a little. Just enough. “Then we tear up the contract. And you stay because you want to. Not because you owe me anything.” contract marriage with the devil billionaire
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