Elina sat alone in Damon's study, flipping through the contract she'd signed on that desperate night.
Page after page—cold legal jargon, thick and lifeless. Until something caught her eye. A page tucked behind the binding, almost as if someone had deliberately hidden it.
She pulled it free.
Her breath caught.
Clause 47B: If the female subject fails to comply with full emotional detachment, any breach involving emotional or physical affection toward another party during the contract period will result in automatic ownership transfer of guardian rights to the Salvatore estate.
She read it again.
Ownership transfer… of guardian rights?
Her hands trembled.
It wasn't just about her. It was about her brother.
A knock at the door jolted her.
Taylor stepped inside, holding an envelope. His expression was unreadable. "I… found this. In your hospital file. But it was addressed to Damon, not you."
He handed it to her.
Inside was a legal amendment—signed by Damon's mother. It confirmed the Salvatore family's interest in "retaining leverage" over Elina to control a hidden inheritance linked to her late father… something Elina never even knew existed.
Her entire body went numb.
"Taylor… what is this?"
He lowered his voice. "They're not just using you for business. Your father was once part of a rival estate. When he died mysteriously, the Salvatores bought out what was left. This contract? It wasn't just to bind you to Damon—it was to ensure you'd never reclaim that inheritance. They're keeping you close to control the assets that should've been yours."
Elina staggered backward.
Every seductive glance… every possessive whisper… was it all part of a calculated plan?
Taylor caught her before she collapsed. "I didn't know until now. But I promise—I won't let them break you."
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Damon.
Rain streaked his suit, his jaw tight. He saw the paper in her hand—and froze.
"You found it."
Her voice was like broken glass. "You knew. You knew from the beginning."
"Elina—listen—"
"I trusted you," she shouted, eyes wet. "I thought maybe… maybe there was something real."
"There is something real," he said, stepping closer. "But I can't erase what my family's done. I was born into this power. I tried to protect you—"
"By lying to me?" Her voice cracked. "You used my love as a shield. As a weapon."
Damon flinched.
Taylor stepped between them. "She doesn't owe you anything."
But Elina held up a hand. "Let him speak."
Damon's voice softened. "The first time I saw you… you were standing outside that hospital, broken, begging for someone to help. I didn't do it out of cruelty—I did it because I couldn't ignore you. Yes, I offered the contract. Yes, there were secrets. But this—what I feel for you now—has nothing to do with that document."
He stepped forward, heart in his throat. "I fell for you. Not because of your father's past or the inheritance… but because you made me feel alive again."
Elina's eyes shimmered with hurt and fury. "You talk about love while keeping me caged."
Silence.
Then, she whispered, "I want out."
Damon's entire body tensed. "You know what that means."
"I'll find a way to pay. I'll work for the rest of my life if I have to. But I won't be your prisoner anymore."
Before Damon could reply, Taylor stepped forward. "She'll stay with me until she's safe. And free."
Damon didn't stop them.
He just watched as Elina walked out the door—with his h
eart in her hands, and the weight of a secret he never wanted her to know.
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