13/04/2026
🔞💌 OUR LOVE CONTRACT 💌🔞
{…I own you, Mamacita 🖤…}
✨ CHAPTER 2 & 3 ✨
ONTARIO MANSION, NICE ~ 9 A.M.
Gina stepped out of the wide kitchen, her face filled with sweat. She swiped her forehead and dusted the sweat on her finger to the floor, her breath hitching. She has been cooking since 6 a.m. The family is receiving a visitor this afternoon and Rya has not stopped ranting about it.
"Gina! Can you speak to your stinky subordinates?!"
Gina rolled her eyes internally before running towards the terrace where the spoilt second daughter of the Ontario family had just spoken from. She bowed immediately, her fists squeezing out of anger.
"What have they done, Miss Rya?" Gina seethed.
Rya rolled her eyes, her tongue rolling over her front teeth. She stepped closer, her head tilting in that very familiar proud gesture. "What they have done? Have you touched the chairs in the living room? They are all dusty!"
Gina fought back the urge to raise her head and send the brat a glare. She waited minutes and when Rya didn’t speak again, she cleared her throat. "Miss Rya, I had just checked the chairs before the preparation of orange juice began. They were cleaned properly."
"I'm wrong then?" Rya snorted.
Gina shook her head quickly, her throat bobbing. Since Miss Velora returned from the 'trip' she was forced to go on many years ago, Rya has changed. She wasn't the nice young miss all the maids adored. Now, she's more evil than Maleficent herself.
"I'd send a maid to clean the chairs again, Miss. Accept my apology."
Gina turned to go but Rya's cruel voice stopped her. "I want Velora to do that."
The headmaid turned to look at her, her eyes glistening with sadness, and anger brewing beneath. "But Miss Velora is currently ill..." From yesterday's suffering, Gina completed in her mind.
"Velora is the maid I want! She must clean those chairs."
Gina opened her mouth to argue but a soft throat clearing sound stopped her. She turned to see Velora—pale and almost a shadow of herself, leaning weakly against the frame of the door, her arms clutching her tummy. "I'd do it, Gina. Don't argue with Rya."
Rya rolled her eyes and walked past them, her fingers clutching her nose like Velora was smelling.
Gina couldn't hold her thoughts in. She gasped. "Miss Velora! She has done enough!"
Velora smiled softly, her hands reaching for Gina's outstretched ones. She let the maid lead her to the small space behind the terrace. She muttered a small 'thanks' as Gina helped her drink water from a bottle which she had hid there early this morning.
It contains vitamins that'd nourish Velora gradually.
"I've agreed to do as she wants. If it is a way to escape this wickedness, then I will do it."
"Miss Velora!" Gina exclaimed, her eyes blinking rapidly. She shook her head, a lone tear rolling down her left eye. "You can't. You can’t get married to a man you do not know."
"It's for my sake, Gina. If I don't agree, I'd be married off by force." Velora sighed, her finger reaching to wipe Gina's tear. "It's not my choice to make, sweetheart."
"Tell the Boss and Madam. They'd do something."
"What do they want to do? They know about all these—Rya's unending torture, the marriage, the opportunities Rya has always taken from me. My parents know, Gina."
Another tear fell from Gina's eyes. She kept staring into Velora's eyes.
They looked sad. Though Velora always wore a smile, she knew that deep inside, the lady wasn't happy. She shook her head at a small flashback that ran through her memory.
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FLASHBACK, 15 YEARS AGO
"Aunt Gina!" Young Velora cried out, her small legs kicking in the air as a guard carried her out of the mansion. Gina knelt before Mr Ontario, her eyes filled with tears, her hands clamped tightly. "Please, Sir. Let her stay. She doesn't seem happy that she's going there."
"Gina, she's our daughter and we want the best for her. She'd be happier where she's going. Trust us."
Gina didn't seem satisfied with their response. She's the closest to Velora and all the nine-year-old has been telling her doesn't make it seem like she'd be happy wherever she's being taken.
She turned to Mrs Rose, Velora's mother, her head bowing this time. "Madam Rose, I beg of you. Please, let Velora stay."
"Are you her mother?" Rose retorted, anger in her voice. She folded her arms, her makeup making her look wicked under the gleam of light. "I have no idea why it concerns you this much—Velora is going and there's nothing you can do about it. If you detest the idea so much, you can as well get sacked."
The head maid didn't feel surprised — she was used to it. The cruelty and harshness Rose has always had.
She never thought it cool to build a great relationship with her daughter. Arnold, her husband, had a great relationship with Velora than Rose.
She sat on the floor, her tears increasing. Velora's cries had now gone down, and what replaced it was the proud engine noise of one of the many cars in the mansion that was gradually fading away.
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Velora pulled Gina into a hug when she realized that the woman's tears had increased. She sniffled against the crook of her shoulder. "Worry not, Gina. I'd be fine anywhere as far as it's not here."
Sobs started coming and soon, Gina started crying. Velora shook her head, sniffling so she won't cry too.
"I'd be fine. I promise."
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HAROLD OILS & GAS, PARIS
The whole area, right from the outside to the inside was filled with people that could be likened to ants. There are so many people dressed in suits and pants, so many people that carried themselves like angels would in heaven.
At the reception, Kara stood, attending to people who wanted to meet the CEO.
"I'm very sorry, Sir Harrison, but the boss said no one should come to his office in the next one hour. If you could wait...."
"Wait?" The Spanish-albino man exclaimed. "I've been here for the past two hours. What the hell do you mean by that?"
Kara was lost. She had no idea what to say. Truly, the man has been at the waiting room, patiently sitting and waiting for the boss for the past two hours. He arrived even before the boss was at the company.
But orders are orders. And she can't do anything about it.
"Sir..."
The Spanish man couldn't take it anymore. He raised his voice. "You incompetent worker! Do you think I have come here to play?"
Kara was offended. She opened her mouth to speak but someone did that for her.
"If you cannot wait, Mr Harrison, please leave."
Everyone turned to see who had just spoken. It's Pond, the CEO's office personal assistant and secretary. He moved closer, his eyes switching at Harrison, arms folded with files neatly leaning against his broad chest.
"It's against company policy to insult a worker, no matter their position. She has done her work—it's left to you to stay if you can or leave if you can't wait."
"But..."
"I believe that's all!" Pond declared, his fine lips moving deliberately. He smiled at Kara and turned to the crowd that had gathered.
"Y'all don't have work to do?"
The workers scattered like ants whose sugar meal had been disturbed, leaving helpless Harrison in front of the receptionist's table.
He smirked, grabbed his suitcase, muttered something incoherent, and stormed out of the company with security following closely.
Kara turned and smiled at Pond. "Thank you very much. You saved me there."
Pond nodded with a small smile and turned towards the elevator area. Kara giggled and ran towards her friend at the relations office area.
"Louisa!!!"
Louisa, a slim, fine and fair blonde, turned quickly, her ears perking up to hear the new gist. Her lips spread in a wide smile. "What is it?"
"Pond smiled twice at me!" Kara giggled.
Louisa screamed and after earning death glares from the other workers, she smiled nervously and turned to Kara who was now sitting on her desk, her face all smiles. "Really?"
"Yes. He helped me with a trouble making client and smiled at me." Kara squeezed at her chest, her other hand holding Louisa's tight. "I can't breathe, girl!"
"OMG!!!" Louisa cheered, her face all smiles as Kara intimated her on what happened.
At the far end of the office, very close to the elevator, Welsh stood, his eyes glinting behind his glasses. He rolled his eyes at the gossipers and walked straight into an elevator.
As soon as the box car moved, Welsh stumbled and fell back only to fall into strong arms. He gasped, his eyes darting to the files that fell on the elevator's floor.
"Oh, goodness!" He muttered as he packed them quickly.
"You should treat the boss's files with care, boy."
Welsh paused, his eyes rolling at the familiarity of the voice. He picked the last file and turned to look at Pond who was leaning against the wall, a taunting smirk on his lips.
Welsh rolled his eyes again. "It's none of your business how I treat his files. We have different ways of working."
"This is not the best."
"Like I said, it's none of your business."
Pond went silent, his body leaning away from the wall of the elevator. He moved closer, his height towering over Welsh.
The other male adjusted his glasses while still glaring at him. "Stay back."
"You still hate me, huh?"
"I don't hate you!" Welsh exclaimed. He folded his arms and blinked his eyes twice. "I just don't like how you interfere in my business, that's all."
Pond couldn't help but catch how long Welsh's eyelashes are. His eyes are beautiful too. He nodded, his head tilting, admiration and taunt dancing in his orbs. "Hm, really?"
Welsh shrugged and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and clutched the files tight, his breath evening. When he opened his eyes again, he was forced to gasp at the face so close to his.
"Hey!"
Pond took a quick glance at his pink lips, his eyes darting back to Welsh's. He reached for Welsh's long hair and picked a small thread. "Was helping you out with this."
A voice announcing the fifteenth floor cut through the suspense and Pond stood tall. He nodded at Welsh. "You have to drop them with the press. Bye."
Welsh nodded and timidly ran out of the elevator, his eyes not leaving the machine as its doors closed and took Pond upwards.
He blinked repeatedly. "What...was that?"
After minutes of him standing and people walking by and staring at him, he shook his head quickly and walked towards the press room.
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CEO'S OFFICE
The wide space is filled with a wide black table and sleek chairs. There are proper and carefully created parts in the office. There is a lounge and a wardrobe area in the office. The theme of the room is black and cream, speaking of and screaming the authority and personality of its owner.
Kelvin leaned against his chair, his eyes darting around the office like an owl in the night. He's been thinking of his father's proposal—he should get married before he'd acquire the other properties. He had thought his old man was joking—not until his father gave his step-brother, Leonard, the automobile company he has been eyeing since forever.
His fists squeezed against the arms of the chair he was sitting on, the piece of furniture patiently taking his weight as he leaned backwards. He really has to get married.
His eyes darted to the door from where a sound had just come. He squinted darkly, a heavy word of command coming out of his mouth.
"Come in."
A worker walked into the office, lean legs pushing her into the office like she's the owner. She sent Kelvin a weird smile, one that made the CEO snicker.
"What do you need from me, Helen?"
"You have always ignored me and you have always denied me what I want. It's not like you don't know it, you just won't acknowledge it. Is that how a worker should be treated?" Helen asked.
Kelvin snorted. "You keep forgetting I do not have need of you anymore."
Helen seemed pained but she masked it with a small smile and stepped towards Kelvin, her lower lips slipping into her mouth.
Her shirt buttons are unbuttoned, and the swell of her flesh could be seen. Her ni***es strained against the fabric as she sat on the table, fingers drawing small lines on it. She moved towards and sat opposite Kelvin, her skirt shifting towards her upper thighs as she stretched her legs apart.
Kelvin met her sultry eyes, his own dark with something dangerous.
Helen didn't care—she wants him. Though he has made it clear that he doesn't want to f**k her anymore, she can't stay away.
She misses him.
"You're pushing it, Helen."
She pulled her heels and brought her leg to his waist, toes teasing the middle of his legs. She swallowed and pulled her shirt, freeing her full breasts.
"C'mon, boss. You can have me anywhere you want." She moaned when she touched one of her ni***es, her eyes never leaving his.
Kelvin cursed inwardly and stood, his arousal brushing against her thighs as he grabbed her hair. He ducked his head to her neck, biting and sucking hard.
Helen moaned. Even if he'll never kiss her, as far as she has that c**k of his in her, she'd never let him go.
She grabbed his belt and pulled it away, her fingers struggling with the zip of his trousers. As soon as his c**k was free, she started stroking, her moan straining against his shoulder at the way he bit her.
He grabbed and turned her, his hand pressing her cheek against the table.
He stroked his c**k twice before diving into her, his eyes closing at the feel. Not tight but enough to make him forget his godforsaken family.
"Oh, my god.." Helen moaned.
Soon, the office was filled with moans and sounds of skin contact.
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ONTARIO'S MANSION, 4 P.M.
The family sat at the dining, talking and laughing as they ate the first course for the evening. The visitor's visit was postponed to the evening and Velora had to work alongside the maids, so much to Gina's displeasure, to prepare another meal.
Velora signalled at Gina who was walking towards the kitchen. Gina frowned. "Won't you join them?"
"No, no. I have to have my bath. My suitor would be here anytime soon and I shouldn't make a bad appearance."
Gina rolled her eyes. "I really don't want you to go, Velora. You can just lock yourself in your room."
"Every door can be destroyed, Gina. Not when my parents want this to really happen." Velora smiled sadly. "I'll be fine, Gina. Worry less."
They heard Rose holler from the dining, saying something about Velora being a stupid girl and not wanting to help her sister out. Velora shook her head. "At least, I'd escape this cruelty."
Gina nodded sadly and gave a little smile. "Alright, then. I'd draw you a bath. Pick your best clothes."
"Rose got me a gown, actually. She really wants me out since she said she wants the old man to get laid with me so I'd remain there forever." Velora chuckled. "Draw me a bath. I'd prepare other things."
Gina nodded and watched sadly as the lady made her way to the room she had been managing. It was actually around the maids' area. Even though she doesn't want her to go, it's all the same.
And who knows, the suitor might treat her better.
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"Velora!!"
Rose hollered, her arms folded as she glared at the direction of the maids' building. She turned to her husband who was relaxing against one of the chairs in the living room, a small frown on his face. "Arnold? Won't you say a word?"
Arnold raised his head, his eyes darting from Rya who was sitting beside him to his wife. "You have done everything that suits you, sweetheart. You have done everything that'd favor this family. If she isn't here, send someone to go take her. You're always right."
Rose wanted to say something but Velora ran towards the living room, her eyes glinting with pain. The gown fit her perfectly, but it exposed too much of her body.
It made her feel like a slut.
Well, that was the least of her problems. Rose stormed towards her and slapped her hard, ignoring Velora's gasp. "You stupid girl! Do you think we have all the time to waste?"
"I..I was trying to cover my scars.."
"They're your scars, di**it." Rose hollered.
Rya on the other hand kept staring. She was jealous.
How can someone who has suffered a whole lot look so seductive in that gown? She expected her to look like an object of ridicule.
Rya snorted. "Let her be, mother. She'd soon be out of our lives." She turned to Velora who was now sobbing quietly. "You'd love your new life, sister. The old man will take good care of you."
"Of course. I hope he uses her the way she should be used."
Gina stood at a corner around the kitchen, crying quietly. She was so helpless.
"Ma'am?" A maid called.
She quickly wiped her eyes and got to work.
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Velora sat in the limousine, her eyes staring straight ahead.
The visitor did not come himself. He sent some men to get her. And now?
She's in their luxurious car, moving towards her permanent destiny.
Velora gripped the gown tightly, tears falling from her eyes as the car drove away from the environs of Nice, darting towards the road that led to her fate.
She could only hope this would be for the best. And if it wasn't, she'd live the rest of her life living her tragedy.
TO BE CONTINUED. ❤️
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