“I can’t sign this, I just can't,” Anastasia said as she went through the details of the contract one more time.

It was a Monday morning and Anastasia was standing beside her room window staring at the beautiful view with a very confused state of mind.

Vincenzo had sent the contract papers through his assistant the day before. She had gone through it absentmindedly, after all, it was just a deal to sleep with him.

What more could be in it? It wasn't like he would demand for her wealth or life, right?

After a while she went back to her bed and sat down.

Anastasia sat on the edge...