Chapter 9 – Terms and Conditions
The next day, Clara sat across from Ethan in his office, trying to look serious. It wasn't easy. Especially when the man looked like he'd stepped out of a billionaire drama.
"Clause 1," she read. "'Marriage duration: six months.' Okay, fine. 'Clause 2: Public appearances required.' Great, so I'm a showpiece."
Ethan didn't react.
She flipped another page. "'Clause 3: Physical contact unnecessary unless demanded by situation.' Demanded by situation?" She looked up. "What kind of situations are we talking about, exactly?"
"Family gatherings. Public events. Rumors control."
She folded her arms. "You mean fake hand-holding."
He glanced at her coolly. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can revise that."
"No," she said quickly. "It's fine. I'm just allergic to billionaires, not hands."
He almost smiled. Almost. "Continue."
"Clause 4," she read, squinting. "'Confidentiality must be maintained at all times.' So I can't even tell my cat?"
"I'd prefer you didn't."
"Wow, your sense of humor's improving."
"Thank you," he said flatly.
When they reached the end, she exhaled. "You know, most people date before getting legally bound."
"I don't have time for dating," he said, leaning back. "This is a business transaction."
Clara studied him for a long moment. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay," she said finally, voice softer now. "Then I'll sign."
Ethan blinked. "You're agreeing?"
"On one condition."
His brows lifted slightly. "Name it."
She smiled faintly. "If I'm going to play your wife, you're going to learn how to act human."
For the first time since they met, his composure cracked — just a flicker of surprise.
"This may be the worst deal I've ever made," he muttered.
"Trust me," she said, signing the paper. "You're not the only one taking a risk."