CHAPTER 15

She started filling out the contract with her hand; it was so easy and very simple. Casting spells, moving objects, and creating illusions were all in her blood. She finished her writing and read it aloud to Dylan.

“Starting today, Dylan Dark will offer himself to Violet Grant until death, unless Violet personally cancels the contract,” Dylan read, looking shocked and surprised by the contents of the contract.

“What does this mean?” he asked as he wanted to understand what he was getting himself into.

“It means that if I call you in the middle of the night and tell you to massage me, you will come and do so. I now own your life, and you are not allowed to die unless I allow it.”

“You can't be serious!” he exclaimed when he heard that.

“Ask my dear daughter if I'm playing.”

Dylan looked at Anne, who was carrying a tray of drinks; he didn't need to ask her because she seemed to know and the smile on her face said it all.

“She isn’t playing. That's why she kept asking you, and you agreed to do whatever it took. And now you have it. You should be content.”

That was her girl, who was always by her side.

"How about my mother?" he asked.

“Don't worry, I always keep my end of the bargain. For the time being, let us eat because we have a long journey ahead of us.”

“We? As in, I'm included as well?”

“Of course, so shut up and eat.”

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They'd been in the air for about an hour when the jet started to descend. Violet had slept the entire journey. He had no idea where they were going and had forgotten to bring his passport.

Finally, the plane landed, and she awoke. When they arrived on land, three cars awaited them, including a white limousine. She had a thing for white, even if her outfit today was a little different than the ones he was used to.

Violet was dressed casually in shorts, a vest, and flat shoes, with no jewelry. Her hair flowed down to her calves. Does she ever get her hair cut? He was told to get in the same car as her because the other cars were guarded by bodyguards.

The cars continued for about ten minutes before he noticed a high wall. They appeared to have arrived. The massive gates were opened, and the cars drove in. He'd never seen anything like it before. It was sort of unique even from Violet's mansion. Was this her paradise?

They exited the car and were led inside. He followed Violet, who went straight to a hall with white furniture and a picture of her on the wall.

This place seemed to belong to her as well. How many buildings and locations did this thirty-three-year-old woman own, and how did she end up in this position? He was inquisitive, but asking questions was out of the question.

“Take a seat wherever you want,” Anne said as she sat down.

He watched Violet take the upper seat as he followed suit.

Maids began to arrive with trays of snacks and beverages as soon as they walked in. They all left the hall once the food was ready.

“Is this your place?”

“It is one of them.”

“Do you have more than this?”

“Don't you think a girl needs some assets?”

“You are most likely the wealthiest woman I have ever met. I can marry you right
now.”

“Is that right? Then let's get married,” she said in a teasing tone, smiling, having started toying with him.

“I....”

“Forget it. If you leave this room, you will notice someone standing near the door. That individual will lead you somewhere; simply follow him.”

“Okay,” he had learned not to ask many questions but to obey orders until he saw his mother.

He wouldn't want to be stranded somewhere he's never been before. He stood up and began to walk towards the door. He noticed a man who was waiting for him.

He followed the man who escorted him out of the mansion. He was taken aback by the scenery in front of him, which appeared to be familiar. When he saw his mother from the illusion hall, he remembered seeing that scene.

“What is this place?”

“A kind of heaven or home.”

"Do you work here?"

“This is where I live; this is where I call home. You could say that everyone here owes Violet their lives,” the man said.

He dismissed any silly thoughts and simply followed the man, not wanting to creep himself out any further. After about ten minutes of walking, he noticed cottages, a lot of cottages everywhere.

Based on the number of cottages he saw, it appeared to be a village. He saw a lot of kids running around everywhere, and they all seemed happy and carefree. After a while, the man came to a halt in front of a house with a garden full of peonies, his mother's favorite flower. What was the true reason for your visit?

He turned to face the man who replied, "go ahead. If you knock, you will find your answers.”

After the man had left, he went ahead and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door was opened, and there stood the one person he had longed to see for decades.

“Mother! Is it you?” he asked, still stunned.

“Oh, my goodness! What are you doing here, Dylan? Come in quickly,” his mother said as she ushered him inside.

“How did you get here? How did you find me?” she kept questioning him.

“You're supposed to be overjoyed to see me. What are you doing to me after everything I've gone through to get here?”

“I'm sorry; I didn't expect to see you so soon.”

“Don't be concerned, mother. Everything is in order. Hug your son, please.”

She embraced him in such a tight hug that he couldn't help but cry alongside his mother. They wiped their tears away and sat down, holding each other's hands, after they had shed all the tears they could.

“Where have my manners gone? Let me get you some juice. Would you like something to eat?”

“Juice will suffice; I had a little at the mansion.”

“Did you go to the mansion?”

“I came with Violet, yes.”

“Really? That's great news. I'll be right back, so let me go and bring some juice.”