Under the pressure and clever schemes orchestrated by Peter, Louis found himself cornered. Unfamiliar thugs began visiting his home more frequently, pressing for a debt that felt increasingly suffocating. Every step grew harder, making him feel powerless against a situation that only worsened his life. The pressure peaked one morning when, with a disappointed look, his mother urged him to find a solution before they truly had nowhere left to go.

With a heavy heart, Louis headed to Cleopatra's office, the woman who, only days earlier, had made him an unusual offer. His inner voice whispered to reject it, but the logic and needs of his family spoke louder.


Louis pushed open the CEO's office door with some hesitation, immediately confronted by Cleopatra's sharp gaze as she sat elegantly behind the large desk. Cleopatra looked at him for a moment before raising an eyebrow, as if indicating she already knew why he was there.

'So, you've finally come, Toreto," Cleopatra said coldly, as if she'd been waiting for this moment.

Louis swallowed, trying to keep his composure. 'I… came to ask for your help."


Cleopatra gave a small, calculating smile, cold and full of calculation. 'And I will help you, but there are three things you must do in return."

Louis looked at her, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry. Cleopatra gestured for him to sit, then continued with a calm but firm tone, as if each word was a command.


'First," Cleopatra said, leaning forward. 'You will be my boyfriend for the next two months. This isn't just an act, Toreto. I want the world to see us together, without a hint of suspicion."

Louis remained silent, but his discomfort was clear.

Cleopatra looked at him sharply, as if challenging his resolve. 'That's not all," she continued. 'Second, after two months of dating, we'll marry officially. This marriage will last until I complete my personal mission—finding out who killed my father."

Louis frowned, but Cleopatra continued without giving him space to question.

'And third," Cleopatra took a long breath before stating in a softer but deeper tone, 'you must be ready to sleep with me… whenever I need it."

Louis tensed, his face changing instantly. His heart pounded, shocked and unable to believe such a blunt demand.

Reading his reaction, Cleopatra gave a faint smile. That smile was not just ruthless; it held a hint of curiosity as she watched how Louis would respond to this last demand.

Louis bowed his head for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. The third demand left him stunned, far from what he'd imagined when he decided to come here. Yet, in the back of his mind, the thought of his mother and the burden of debt pressing down on him made him reconsider Cleopatra's request.

'Are you sure there's no other way?" Louis asked, his voice nearly a whisper but filled with despair.

Cleopatra looked at him sharply. 'This is the only way out of your situation. And the only way for me to achieve a greater goal. We're both here for the same reason—necessity," Cleopatra replied in a tone that brooked no argument.

A moment of silence followed. Louis looked at Cleopatra with a gaze that was hard to read, as if trying to gauge how far the woman in front of him would push him. Cleopatra remained unwavering, unmoved.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Louis lowered his head slightly, signaling his acceptance of this unavoidable fate. 'Alright, Miss Thompson… I agree."

After Louis left the room, Cleopatra remained seated, staring at the door that had just closed. The room was silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner. Not long after, the door opened again, and Peter entered cautiously, his expression showing a mix of confusion and wariness.

'Miss Thompson, what happened? Mr. Toreto seemed… different," Peter asked, trying to understand without appearing too inquisitive.

Cleopatra looked at Peter with a small, triumphant smile. 'He accepted our contract marriage offer, Peter."

Peter blinked, clearly surprised. 'He… accepted? Just like that?" His voice held a hint of disbelief, though he maintained a professional tone.

As Cleopatra's personal secretary, Peter was used to her unusual decisions, but this one was truly unexpected.

Cleopatra rose gracefully from her chair, adjusting her elegant black dress. She gestured for Peter to follow her. 'Come on, Peter. It's time to start preparing for this wedding. Everything has to go perfectly," she said as she walked out of the room. 'I want everything to look… black and white, with no shades of gray."

Peter could only comply, walking behind Cleopatra while trying to hide his surprise. Along the corridor to the company's event planning room, Cleopatra strode with confidence, as if every inch of the place already belonged to her. Every employee they passed showed respect, their eyes admiring Cleopatra's unshakeable presence.

'So, what's your plan for the event, Miss?" Peter asked, trying to focus even though his mind was still reeling from the surprising news he'd just received.

Cleopatra paused in front of a large window overlooking New York City, then looked at Peter with a sharp gaze. 'I want everything black and white, Peter. From the invitations to the decorations, everything must reflect those colors. I want this event to convey strength and elegance, something that will make everyone know who's in control of this wedding."

Peter nodded, mentally noting Cleopatra's request. Though he didn't know how this would impact the company's reputation, he dared not question her decision. 'Understood, Miss. I'll ensure all designs follow that theme," he replied confidently.

Cleopatra continued with confidence, entering the event planning room prepared to discuss the wedding details. She pointed to some initial designs prepared by the creative team, occasionally giving firm corrections. Peter watched closely, observing how Cleopatra controlled every detail. Everyone in the room focused on her; not one dared to oppose her opinions. When Cleopatra moved on to the seating arrangement design, Peter quietly admired his boss's unwavering resolve. For Cleopatra, this wedding wasn't just an event; it was a grand strategy designed to achieve her goals.

When the discussion concluded, Cleopatra turned to Peter, signaling she was ready to return to her office. Peter immediately opened the door, giving way for Cleopatra, who stepped forward with full confidence, wearing large black sunglasses that added to her mysterious aura.

With light yet steady steps, Cleopatra walked down the long hallway toward her CEO office, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that this plan, which had begun as a mere idea, was now unfolding exactly as she intended. And in her mind, every detail was already meticulously planned.

Peter could only bow respectfully, watching Cleopatra, who appeared entirely in control and self-assured.