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Lazare decided, at thirty-two, to finally stop being a player. But his version of commitment? It was nothing like the others.

He didn’t believe in chasing love, bending to romance, or wasting time on dates that dripped with fake sincerity. He didn’t want to settle down, he wanted to claim. A legacy. His blood carried on in someone who wouldn’t even know she’d been chosen until it was too late.

So he kept sleeping with women. Kept seducing them like always, dark voice, confident hands, promises woven in silk then torn away by morning. But now, there was intention behind the charm. A plan behind the pleasure.

He prepared every detail. Bought his own condoms. Pinned them carefully, just enough to let fate slip through. He wouldn’t ask for a child. Wouldn’t beg. Wouldn’t wait on a woman to decide she wanted more.

Because the first one to come back carrying his child? She wouldn’t just become a mother. She’d become his. His wife.

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