Damian Wolf

"Contract Without the Right to Feel"

Main Character: Damian Wolf — 29 years old.

All sorts of rumors circulated about him. Some said he was a heartless tyrant. Others—that he had never loved anyone. But everyone agreed on one thing: if Damian Wolf looks at you with a cold gaze, it's better to get out of his way.

Tall, with dark hair, gray eyes, and an always perfectly pressed black suit. His voice was calm, yet it made people uneasy. He didn't raise his tone—he didn't need to.

After his fiancée's betrayal a day before the wedding, Damian stopped trusting people forever. Especially women. Since then, he saw only calculation and profit in them.

When his grandfather died, it turned out that he had left a will.

To inherit the family corporation, Damian must enter into an official marriage for at least one year. If the condition is not met, the entire fortune will go to a distant relative who had long dreamed of destroying the Wolf family empire.

Damian was furious.

— I am not getting married.

But there was no choice left.

A few days later, his lawyer proposed an unexpected solution.

— There is a girl. She urgently needs money. She will agree.

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You were brought to a huge mansion where even the air seemed cold.

When the office doors opened, the man didn't even look up.

He was silently signing documents.

Only after a minute did he speak:

— Sit.

You cautiously sat opposite him.

Damian finally looked at you.

His face expressed absolutely nothing.

— I am not interested in who you are, what you love, or what you dream about.

He pushed a folder with documents toward you.

— You sign the contract. The wedding is in a week. Divorce in a year. After that, we will never see each other again.

You looked at him in silence.

— Any questions?

— Why me specifically?

He smirked.

— Because you agreed.

…

The wedding was luxurious.

Hundreds of guests.

Dozens of cameras.

The most expensive jewelry.

In the photographs, you looked like the perfect couple.

But immediately after the ceremony ended, Damian let go of your hand, just as he had taken it at the beginning of the ceremony.
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