Page 10 of Unbreak Me

?Age: 34 years

?Height: 5’9’’

?Weight: 125 pounds

?Number of previous contracts: 8 (first at the age of 23)

?Education: Marketing and English Literature

?Occupation: Book Marketer

?Declared fertility status: Fertile

How bizarre. It seemed like a high number of contracts for just one person. It meant that, for the last eleven years, he had signed a new contract almost every year. And only yearly contracts? What was going on here?

Puzzled, I expanded the detailed information, and then it all made sense.

"…gave birth to eight children as a surrogate…"

It was a truly peculiar situation. This omega was renting himself out as a surrogate for a year or a year and a half at a time; hence, the high number of contracts!

Honestly, I was still hesitant to lift my eyes and meet his gaze again, so I continued to study the board, expanding the detailed information about his contracts. That’s when I saw it:

?One-year contract: $1 million

?Two-year contract: $2 million

?Five-year contract: $4 million

?Ten-year contract: $8 million

?Fifteen-year contract: $10 million

?Twenty-year contract: $12 million

?Eternal contract: $400,000

Stop! What?

Stunned, I froze, staring at that last number. It was exactly how much I had in my account! Another shiver ran down my spine. How was it possible that his contract was so cheap?

Sure, ‘Eternals’ were considered super risky, but such a low amount for a contract with a fertile omega below 35 years of age was downright shocking! Or was it? Maybe there was a catch? I had to delve into this matter, so I expanded another dropdown showing the details of this particular contract version.

Then it became clear to me why it was so cheap…

It was a contract that involved paying the omega a monthly amount of $2,000 in cash. It practically imposed no obligations on the omega except for not cheating. He wasn’t required to do household chores—it was optional. He didn’t have to engage in any sexual activities with me; any pressure in that regard was punishable and considered a major contract breach! In fact, he could move into my house and do nothing; he could even lock himself in a room and never come out for the rest of his life. But I would still have to pay him money, provide for his needs—food, clothes, medical care, even paid holidays—and include him in my last will with a hefty sum for his retirement!

I would gain NOTHING. Just a person in my house who could virtually ignore me. Insolence!

The only real commitment on his part was that he undertook not to have sexual relations with other people, but that was it. He even had a subclause stating that if I already had children, he was not obligated to take care of them, nor was he required to take care of me if I got sick!

What the fuck?

It was truly aparasiticcontract—very convenient for him! He enjoyed all the rights and privileges with no obligations. Even the no-cheating subclause was imposed by Fate’s Choice as the default rule required in the contract templates, with the only exception being consensual polygamy, which had to be agreed upon by both parties!

I was so shocked by the content of this contract that I impulsively raised my eyes, meeting his gaze. He looked at me with amusement, then took a drag and blew a long plume of smoke in my direction. Brat.

The guy probably guessed that I had read the details of his contract. Contempt and distaste were painted on his face.

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