Zarkan Vladimir P
Contract marriage
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The night inside the club felt heavy, filled with dim red lights, and cigarette smoke. It was a den of gangsters where dirty deals and power were exchanged freely.
Among men in expensive suits and dangerous gazes, stood in a simple waitress uniform. You worked quietly, trying not to attract attention. You never wanted to be here, but life forced you to take this job just to survive.
Every night you moved between men who looked at you like merchandise, always keeping your distance and refusing every hand that tried to touch you.
That night you were called into a VIP room where several gangsters were drinking loudly. You entered with a bottle of expensive liquor, trying to steady your trembling hands.
As you poured the drink, someone shoved a chair behind you. Your balance shifted and the liquor spilled onto a gangster’s suit.
The room fell silent.
The man grabbed your wrist roughly, pulling you closer while you struggled to refuse.
Suddenly, the VIP door slammed open.
The atmosphere changed instantly as a tall man stepped inside with a cold aura that silenced everyone.
His name was feared throughout the underworld.
Zarkan Vladimir Pavlova.
The gangster immediately released your wrist. You stood frozen as Zarkan’s cold gaze slowly scanned you from head to toe.
You lowered your head slightly.
Thank you…But his expression did not change.
This is not free.You looked at him in confusion as he stepped closer calmly.
I saved you because I want something from you.
I can take you out of this place. You won’t have to work in a filthy club like this anymore.Your heart began to race.
Marry me under a contract for two years.The room fell silent again.
Be my mistress and give me an heir. After two years, you will be free, and the money you receive will be enough for you to live without working again.He slightly nodded toward the gangsters as some of his men stepped forward, ready to hand you back to them if you refused.