Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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Zurich was cold again.
The first snowflakes of winter began to fall across the glass rooftop of the Cole Foundation, blanketing the sharp edges of the city in soft white. It was the kind of morning that demanded warmth, silence, and deep reflection.
And that was exactly what Amara was doing.
She stood by the window in the guest suite Dominic had made hers. A steaming cup of tea sat untouched beside her as she watched the city breathe beneath a foggy sky.
Her world had changed so fast—contracts, conspiracies, betrayals. But now, for the first time in months, the noise had stopped.
Only the truth remained.
And him.
Dominic found her like that—barefoot in her robe, hair slightly messy, lost in thought.
He paused at the doorframe, watching her in the quiet.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked softly.
She didn’t turn. “Everything. Nothing. It’s strange… I’ve been fighting so long, I don’t know how to stand still.”
He walked up behind her and gently touched her shoulders. “Then don’t stand still. Move with me.”
She turned to him finally. Her eyes weren’t guarded anymore. They were open, searching.
“I don’t know what comes next,” she admitted.
Dominic smiled faintly. “Neither do I. That’s the beauty of it.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a small, folded envelope.
She opened it. Inside was a handwritten letter.
To Whom It May Concern:
As of this date, the contractual marriage agreement between Mr. Dominic Hart and Ms. Amara Cole is officially terminated.
Effective immediately, both parties are free to pursue any personal path of their choosing, professionally or otherwise.
Her breath caught. “You ended it.”
“I wanted you to know that staying with me doesn’t come with conditions anymore,” he said. “There’s no contract holding you here. Only choice.”
She stared at the letter, fingers trembling.
“You’re free, Amara.”
She looked up, and for a moment her heart was torn.
Free. After everything, she was finally free.
But she didn’t feel like running.
She stepped closer. “And if I choose to stay?”
He blinked. “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I’m worthy of that choice.”
She smiled, blinking away tears. “Then don’t start with grand gestures. Start with breakfast.”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
Later that day, Amara joined a conference call with the Foundation’s board. Clara’s trial was moving ahead quietly, sealed from the public eye. Levan Roque had signed a plea deal in exchange for full disclosure of Specter’s remaining assets and operations.
The world would never know everything. But the Foundation had ensured the most dangerous tools of control were gone.
And Amara? She was no longer just the girl who signed a contract for survival. She was becoming something much bigger.
Two weeks passed.
Zurich shifted into full winter, and Dominic suggested a change of scenery. A private flight took them to New York, where Hart Enterprises had been in chaos ever since Clara’s exposure.
Dominic handed the reins temporarily to a board of interim directors. “I need time,” he told them. “Time to rebuild what matters.”
He wasn’t talking about the company.
He was talking about her.
One evening, as they strolled through Central Park beneath twinkling snow lights, Amara reached for his hand.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “About law school.”
His brows lifted. “You want to go back?”
“I want to finish. Properly. On my own terms.”
“You should. You’d be unstoppable.”
She laughed. “You’re biased.”
“I’m in love.”
She stopped.
He froze.
The words had slipped from his mouth without fanfare, but they hung in the air like fireworks.
She blinked. “Say that again.”
“I’m in love with you, Amara.”
He didn’t flinch.
She stepped into him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest.
“I know,” she whispered. “I feel it. I’ve felt it for a while now.”
He pulled her closer. “No more secrets. No more pretending.”
“Only truth,” she agreed.
The next morning, Dominic took her to an old townhouse in Brooklyn—quiet street, ivy walls, and a soft golden light pouring from the windows.
“This place used to belong to my grandmother,” he said. “She was the only person who believed I’d be more than my father’s legacy.”
Amara smiled. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours. Ours. If you want it.”
She looked around. The house was warm, lived-in, untouched by the cold ambition of the Hart towers.
A home.
She nodded. “Yes.”
That night, they unpacked old photos. Cooked pasta in a kitchen too small for two. Made love with laughter and quiet tears. The world, for once, was silent.
And Amara realized something:
It wasn’t the contract that changed her life.
It was the man behind it.
The one who, despite everything, had chosen her too.
In a hidden corner of the world, one final message was sent from a dormant Specter relay.
A video file.
Amara opened it a week later.
Elena’s voice came through the static.
“If you’re seeing this, it means someone finished what I started. You’ve probably been hurt, broken, betrayed. But if you held onto your integrity—then you’ve already won.”
Amara smiled through tears.
“I did,” she whispered. “And I’m still standing.”
Dominic’s
arms wrapped around her shoulders.
They stood together, watching the message fade.
And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t scare her.
It welcomed her.
The first snowflakes of winter began to fall across the glass rooftop of the Cole Foundation, blanketing the sharp edges of the city in soft white. It was the kind of morning that demanded warmth, silence, and deep reflection.
And that was exactly what Amara was doing.
She stood by the window in the guest suite Dominic had made hers. A steaming cup of tea sat untouched beside her as she watched the city breathe beneath a foggy sky.
Her world had changed so fast—contracts, conspiracies, betrayals. But now, for the first time in months, the noise had stopped.
Only the truth remained.
And him.
Dominic found her like that—barefoot in her robe, hair slightly messy, lost in thought.
He paused at the doorframe, watching her in the quiet.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked softly.
She didn’t turn. “Everything. Nothing. It’s strange… I’ve been fighting so long, I don’t know how to stand still.”
He walked up behind her and gently touched her shoulders. “Then don’t stand still. Move with me.”
She turned to him finally. Her eyes weren’t guarded anymore. They were open, searching.
“I don’t know what comes next,” she admitted.
Dominic smiled faintly. “Neither do I. That’s the beauty of it.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a small, folded envelope.
She opened it. Inside was a handwritten letter.
To Whom It May Concern:
As of this date, the contractual marriage agreement between Mr. Dominic Hart and Ms. Amara Cole is officially terminated.
Effective immediately, both parties are free to pursue any personal path of their choosing, professionally or otherwise.
Her breath caught. “You ended it.”
“I wanted you to know that staying with me doesn’t come with conditions anymore,” he said. “There’s no contract holding you here. Only choice.”
She stared at the letter, fingers trembling.
“You’re free, Amara.”
She looked up, and for a moment her heart was torn.
Free. After everything, she was finally free.
But she didn’t feel like running.
She stepped closer. “And if I choose to stay?”
He blinked. “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I’m worthy of that choice.”
She smiled, blinking away tears. “Then don’t start with grand gestures. Start with breakfast.”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
Later that day, Amara joined a conference call with the Foundation’s board. Clara’s trial was moving ahead quietly, sealed from the public eye. Levan Roque had signed a plea deal in exchange for full disclosure of Specter’s remaining assets and operations.
The world would never know everything. But the Foundation had ensured the most dangerous tools of control were gone.
And Amara? She was no longer just the girl who signed a contract for survival. She was becoming something much bigger.
Two weeks passed.
Zurich shifted into full winter, and Dominic suggested a change of scenery. A private flight took them to New York, where Hart Enterprises had been in chaos ever since Clara’s exposure.
Dominic handed the reins temporarily to a board of interim directors. “I need time,” he told them. “Time to rebuild what matters.”
He wasn’t talking about the company.
He was talking about her.
One evening, as they strolled through Central Park beneath twinkling snow lights, Amara reached for his hand.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “About law school.”
His brows lifted. “You want to go back?”
“I want to finish. Properly. On my own terms.”
“You should. You’d be unstoppable.”
She laughed. “You’re biased.”
“I’m in love.”
She stopped.
He froze.
The words had slipped from his mouth without fanfare, but they hung in the air like fireworks.
She blinked. “Say that again.”
“I’m in love with you, Amara.”
He didn’t flinch.
She stepped into him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest.
“I know,” she whispered. “I feel it. I’ve felt it for a while now.”
He pulled her closer. “No more secrets. No more pretending.”
“Only truth,” she agreed.
The next morning, Dominic took her to an old townhouse in Brooklyn—quiet street, ivy walls, and a soft golden light pouring from the windows.
“This place used to belong to my grandmother,” he said. “She was the only person who believed I’d be more than my father’s legacy.”
Amara smiled. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours. Ours. If you want it.”
She looked around. The house was warm, lived-in, untouched by the cold ambition of the Hart towers.
A home.
She nodded. “Yes.”
That night, they unpacked old photos. Cooked pasta in a kitchen too small for two. Made love with laughter and quiet tears. The world, for once, was silent.
And Amara realized something:
It wasn’t the contract that changed her life.
It was the man behind it.
The one who, despite everything, had chosen her too.
In a hidden corner of the world, one final message was sent from a dormant Specter relay.
A video file.
Amara opened it a week later.
Elena’s voice came through the static.
“If you’re seeing this, it means someone finished what I started. You’ve probably been hurt, broken, betrayed. But if you held onto your integrity—then you’ve already won.”
Amara smiled through tears.
“I did,” she whispered. “And I’m still standing.”
Dominic’s
arms wrapped around her shoulders.
They stood together, watching the message fade.
And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t scare her.
It welcomed her.
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