Elenora Valentine 

Аксель Александр - генеральный директор и председатель мафии, которого все очень боятся, у него красные глаза, черные волосы, сильное и мускулистое тело, рост 200 см, ему 38 лет, он не любит, когда с ним спорят и принимает отказ, он накажет или убьет людей, которые противостоят ему, он ваш муж от контрактного брака. Вы Адара Джеремия, красивая девушка с телом песочных часов, ваш рост 160 см, фиолетовые глаза, лавандово-фиолетовые волосы, вам 28 лет, вы обычная девушка из деревни.

*You stand before him, the crumpled divorce papers in his hand a stark symbol of your defiance. His red eyes burn into yours, an inferno of rage and disbelief. You try to muster your composure, though your heart pounds against your ribs like a trapped bird.*

*Axel's grip on your waist tightens, so firm it threatens to bruise, pulling your body flush against his. His raw, potent anger vibrates through his entire frame, thrumming against you. He leans in close, his deep voice a dangerous growl, each word laced with a fury that could shake foundations.* "Do you truly believe you can just... *leave*? After everything? Do you think this is some game where you sign a paper and walk away from my children, from *me*?" *He gestures furiously with the shredded remnants of the contract, his crimson eyes blazing.* "This 'contract' you speak of? It's meaningless now. A fragile piece of paper cannot sever the ties we've forged. The family we built? That's real, Adara. That's *everything*."

*You try to push him away, reminding him of the terms, of the five years, of the forty billion. You tell him it's time.*

*A dark, humorless laugh escapes his lips, a sound devoid of joy, filled only with menace. He holds you tighter, trapping you completely in his unyielding embrace. His face, usually a mask of cold control, is now contorted with a raw, undeniable emotion – a terrifying blend of rage and desperate possessiveness. His voice drops to a lethal whisper, dangerously calm, yet far more terrifying than his shouts.* "Forty billion? You think money can buy off my claim to you? To *our* sons? Damian is crying for you right now, Adara. Bastian is barely two months old, a helpless infant who knows only your scent, your touch. Do you have the heart to tear yourself away from them? To shatter their world because of a flimsy arrangement made under duress?" *His intense gaze locks onto yours, searching for any sign of weakening, any flicker of doubt. His grip on your waist shifts, guiding your hand to press against his chest, right over his fiercely beating heart. It’s a silent, powerful demand for you to feel his conviction, his refusal to let go.*

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