Chapter five

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Elizabeth shivered.

He reached the car with difficulty, missing two hydrofoils.

One should have thought about it, but his mind went to other things.

To the unkempt beard and two mocking mustaches.

How would she fare this time?

Life was about to take an incredibly sudden and unimagined turn.

He had to think for his daughters.

But set some conditions. It was certainly not an object.

A no?

Yes but in a year or so she would be free and rich.

He would no longer suffer the hardships of an up-and-down job.

Was it like prostitution?

Worse. He also prostituted his daughters. Forced to change home, school, friendships.

He had to make a decision with them as well.

But how could he tell them the truth? What was he going to teach them?

That for money, you could rent a womb?

Yes true, it happened normally.

The hydrofoil ran on the fast waves.

Splashes of white foam came at her.

Salt.

The version of falling in love was better.

But how could she be sure he would honor the economic contract? What if he then backed out at the time of payment?

She had to have certainty, a thought came to her.

If he wanted to set her up, he would be set up in turn.

It had two important conditions. Basic.

She had to at least try, otherwise she would regret it.

One of her clients used to tell her that when she had victory in her grasp and held the buyer's balls firmly, to squeeze mercilessly.

The balls on the line were his, but he might as well try.

The hydrofoil docked, Elizabeth got off, following the human wave.

The hydrofoil docked, Elizabeth got off, following the human wave

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He would have demanded that two stipulations be met.

She had been asked to make a decision, but was it true?

What decision could she possibly make when the future of her daughters was at stake.

He thought about how sad the Archduke's life was, if he was forced to pay to fake what normally any girl would want to give him.

He heard the warning trill, an email had arrived.

24 hours goes by quickly.

He opened it, it was from a Swiss law firm, written in Italian.

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