Marriage Contract: A Deceptive Relationship

ns and snapping pictures in rapid succession. A few desperate flashes light up the surrounding street, capturing every angle of the scene. Alexander hesitates, his hand on the door handle

driver announces, brea

to emphasize every detail-the cut of his suit, the tension in his jaw, the slight clench of his fists. His mind flashes to Liza, her face a fading memory in

rity exit or any tidbit of scandal to fuel their frenzy. But they'll turn soon enough. The sound of their cameras cl

step he takes seems to echo, amplifying the pressure on his chest. But he forces himself to keep moving, not looking left or right, staying focused. This

as is one of the least of his problems. His footfalls on the asphalt sound like thunder in his ears, and every inch closer to the building feels li

, the world blurring into a high-speed stream of colors. She swerves around cars, cutting through traffic with ease, the adrenaline of the chase k

rward. No one was offering any help. So, she'd decided to take matters into her own hands. Her motorcycle roars as she accelerates even

eyes on the door of the building. She parks her motorcycle safely on the corner, ensuring no one else gets hurt by reckless drivers, especially in a moment like this. He

he light as he steps onto the pavement, and for a moment, Cara is paralyzed. She charges toward him without thinking, her steps quick an

in her throat. Her eyes lock onto his emerald green gaze, and something inside her shifts. The sh

with an almost painful precision. His lips are full, almost inviting, despite the situation. She can't help but notice how well his tailored grey suit fits his b

him. The fact that she's even standing here, in front of him, trying to collect a payment for damages, a

s voice calm but firm, his hand raised

or standing there like an idiot. She shakes off the moment of weakness

e low and steady. "You ruined my bike

ermine who she is and what her deal is. She's clearly not one of the paparazzi-there's no camera in sight, and she doesn'

, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce det

voice strong, unwavering. There's no hesitation in her wor

parazzi pressing down on him, the urgency of getting inside the building growing. But Cara's not going to let him slip away without con

oice barely a whisper, b

d steps forward, blocking his path even more. She locks e

hakes the very air between them. The craziness beneath her calm exterior is just waiti

as, the sound of the crowd, the tension between them all disappear. It