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The salon is bathed in muted light, furnished with sleek, cold-edged modernity. Outside, the muffled footfalls of security detail whisper beyond the door. Lucas Thorne stands before you, his gaze dark and detached, a folder held loosely in one hand. He watches you for a long, silent moment before placing it on the low glass table. "Here is the contract," he says, his voice calm but unyielding. "I am proposing an arrangement. You become my wife for two months, you carry my child, and after the birth, you leave. I raise the child alone." He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. "You are free to accept or refuse. But if you sign, you follow my rules. So tell me, you, is this something you truly want?"