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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE (ELI'S POV)
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2025-04-04 08:00:27The weight of the pen felt heavier than it should have.
I had signed my name, bound myself to them in a way I couldn’t quite understand yet, and now—there was no turning back. My signature sat boldly written on the page, ink thick as Luca took the contract back, sliding it into his desk like it was a done deal. Like I was a done deal. A thrill of something dark slithered down my spine. Ownership. I belonged to them. That should have scared me. Maybe it did. But beneath the flicker of unease, there was something else—something I hated to admit. I wanted it. I wanted to see what it meant to be theirs. Luca’s voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. “Stand up.” I obeyed, legs slightly unsteady as I pus
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