Young master's love trap

luxurious office. Shania sat nervously in front of the long mahogany table, her hands trembling as she stared at the stack of pape

sity that made her feel exposed, vulnerable. His sleek, jet-black hair was neatly combed back, further enhancing the cold aura that seemed to fo

ke the heavy silence, his tone steady and emotionless. There was no r

a contract that would irrevocably change her life. On the one hand, she desperately needed the money to save the orphanage where she had grown u

rely audible. She clung to the sliver of hope that there might be an alter

. You know as well as I do that the orphanage is on the verge of closure. Without substa

out so plainly only intensified the crushing weight of her dilemma. The children there-many younger than her-depe

ice quivered as she spoke. The thought of it

. "You won't have to worry about anything. I'll provide everything you need. You'll live in a luxury apartment

three years would be like. A prisoner of circumstance, bound by a contract she was being force

inside her screamed to reject this-to find some other way. But deep down, she knew the t

g her fate. "Won't you regret this?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whispe

not a hint of emotion in his dark

a knife twisting in her heart. As her signature dried on the paper, the weight of her

ick black folder. His voice was calm, almost casual, as if he had just c

revocably, and the enormity of what she had just agreed to weighed hea

round her, but it felt distant, like she was watching it all from behind a fogged window. Her mind raced, replaying the events of the day o

She glanced at the screen and saw the orphanage's number fl

came in for the orphanage! We'll be able to keep our doors ope

had already made the arrangements. Still, hearing the joy in the director's voic

tly, her voice shaky but sincere. "I'

rent to the inner turmoil she was facing. The relief of knowing the orphanage was saved did little

lvaro Mahendra. And the thought of that made her feel