She stared at the document on the table.
A marriage contract.
"Three years," the lawyer said coldly. "No love. No public intimacy. You get protection and money. Mr. Blackwood gets a wife in name only."
Last life, she had signed without hesitation—believing marriage would save her.
This life, she smiled.
"So if I break the rules?" she asked.
The lawyer paused. "You pay a penalty of fifty million dollars."
She picked up the pen.
"And if he breaks them?" she asked softly.
Silence.
The man sitting across from her finally looked up.
Cold eyes. Sharp jaw. The same face that stood at her funeral last life—expressionless.
"If I break the rules," he said, voice low, "I pay double."
She signed.
The moment the pen touched paper, her phone vibrated.
A message from her ex-fiancé:
I heard you're marrying someone else. Don't regret it.
She laughed quietly.
This time, I'll make you regret everything.
As she stood up, the CEO suddenly leaned closer.
"Don't forget," he whispered, "this marriage is fake."
She met his gaze, fearless.
"Good," she replied. "Because I'm not planning to fall in love."
But neither of them noticed—
The contract clause hidden on the last page had just been activated.