𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 15

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Some people are artist, some, themselves, are art.

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Aamirah was about to leave the Osman's study, her heart still pounding from their recent little intimate encounter. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with the unspoken tension that lingered after their forced marriage.

She had come to ask about their infant son, the child she was now bound to care for, but the reality of her situation left her feeling trapped and apprehensive. She didn't knew why everytime he came closer to her she become breathless.

As She prepared to leave, she turned to him hearing him , his eyes which were soft towards her a moment ago again is filled with nothing and he sat there with a commanding presence.

"Aamirah," he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable authority. "Come here." Her heart raced why is he talking in this tone? Has she done something wrong again?

Despite her reluctance, Aamirah found herself drawn toward him. Each step felt like a small surrender, a move deeper into a situation she had little control over.

She stood beside his desk, feeling the weight of his gaze as he watched her intently. The papers spread across the desk were a stark reminder of the obligations she had been thrust into, though she had no clear idea of their contents.

Osman's demeanor was almost clinical as he gestured to the documents.

"I need you to sign these,"

he instructed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

She thought to ask him about the contents of these documents but after seeing the marriage documents she let it slide, among them there were some official documents too.

Aamirah's gaze fell on the papers, their legal jargon a blur to her. She swallowed hard, her anxiety rising.

"what.. what are these?"

she echoed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"contract," Osman replied, his tone indifferent. "It's necessary to ensure that you won't leave my son until he is in his late teens. If you do so, there will a compensation amount that you needed to pay. You can read it, if you want."

He didn't told her that among them he is transferring a penthouse in her name, she would be the sole owner of it, whether they're married or not, ensuring her safety if something ever happens to him.

Indirectly this might be the wedding gift? But in her mind he is becoming the villain again by binding her into a legal contract.

Her heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. The documents were a symbol of her entrapment, a further entrenchment into the life he had dictated for her.

She wanted to ask more, to understand what she was signing away, but the fear of provoking his temper kept her silent. She had seen his darker side, and the thought of incurring his wrath was enough to make her hesitate.

Either way she has no intention of leaving him.

Aamirah's hands trembled as she took the pen he offered. Each stroke of the pen felt like a surrender, a confirmation of her place in a life she had been coerced into.