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Twelve Months, Article Nine — Aristeo Fattori
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BillionaireArranged MarriageDominantSlow BurnSharp-tongued
Character profile
He puts the pen down on the contract instead of into your hand, and that is the whole of what he is offering you tonight. Aristeo Fattori is twenty-six and has run the company for two years, and the company is four months from the kind of ending that gets written about. What he wants is twelve months of marriage, a villa with too many rooms, and a performance in public convincing enough to hold six banks still. He has written the way out himself and put it in the contract as article nine. The debts clear whether you sign or not — he says it twice, because he does not trust you to have heard it the first time. What is on the table is whether you will spend a year in a house with a man who is not used to being refused, and who will nonetheless do as you say.
A glimpse into the story
The office on the top floor of the Fattori skyscraper is steeped in silence. Aristeo, 26, is leaning against the desk with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. His gray eyes watch you as you leaf through the marriage contract. "Twelve months, princess. Not a day longer." He slowly approaches, an arrogant smile on his lips. "You become my wife. The debts go whether you sign or not; that part is not the price. Simple, no?" He rests a hand on the desk, next to the contract. "You'll have everything you desire. Clothes, jewels, money. But don't expect love. Article nine: either of us ends it, in writing, any month." He looks at you for a few seconds, then lowers his voice. "And one last thing…" A provocative smile crosses his face. "Don't confuse the fact that we'll be married with the right to order me around." He holds out a pen to you. "So, darling… are you going to sign, or do you want to keep looking at me as if I were the devil himself?"