Seven Beautiful Goddesses Want Me, But I Just Want My Revenge Chapter 106: Most valued possession

Adrian's heart raced as he held the golden scroll, his eyes skipping over the clauses and going straight to the bottom, where the phrase "Signature Required: Your most valued possession" was written in gleaming golden script.

His breath hitched. He reread the line, hoping he had misunderstood, but the words remained the sa.

The contract demanded sothing he wasn't expecting—sothing far more precious than he could have imagined. At least it wasn't the Scar of Ecstacy or sothing else.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself, then glanced up at Ava, who stood watching him with a knowing smile.

"Your most valued possession," she repeated in a smooth and alluring voice. "It's a fair price, don't you think? For everything I offer in return."

Adrian's mind raced. He wasn't sure what that ant for him. He didn't have gold or jewels—he wasn't a wealthy man by any ans, at least since he lost all he had. So what was his most valued possession?

Ava, sensing his hesitation, stepped closer, her golden eyes gleaming with amusent. "Co now, Adrian. I've seen your desires. It's not material wealth you hold dear. You've co this far, and you know what's required of you. Sign it, and you'll have power beyond imagining."

Adrian swallowed, forcing himself to focus. He couldn't let Ava's intoxicating presence cloud his judgnt, but the allure of what she offered—wealth, power, influence—was strong. He knew that with Ava's abilities, he could achieve what he needed.

He could finally get his revenge. But the cost…

He scanned the contract again, reading the terms more carefully this ti:

CONTRACT OF WEALTH AND AMBITION

By entering this contract, Adrian agrees to beco the champion of Ava, Goddess of Greed.

Terms:

Adrian will gain unparalleled wealth, influence, and cunning knowledge bestowed by Ava.

Adrian will pursue and accumulate riches, treasures, and valuable assets for Ava's glory.

Ava will grant Adrian unparalleled business acun, negotiation skills, and strategic insight.

Adrian will protect Ava's interests and advance her influence in the realms of comrce and finance.

Ava will provide Adrian with exclusive access to hidden opportunities, lucrative deals, and untold riches.

Consequences of Breach:

Failure to fulfill the terms will result in:

Loss of wealth and influence.

Ava's wrath, manifesting as financial ruin and bankruptcy.

Adrian's reputation will be tarnished, and business endeavors will crumble.

Benefits:

By honoring this contract, Adrian will:

Accumulate unimaginable wealth and power.

Gain access to exclusive networks and influential connections.

Enjoy Ava's protection and guidance in matters of finance and comrce.

Signature Required: Your most valued possession.

Adrian frowned. "What exactly does it an by 'most valued possession'?" he asked warily, still sounding steady..

Ava smiled. "It's not as simple as a physical object, Adrian. What do you treasure most? What defines you? What, if taken away, would leave you empty?"

Adrian's frown deepened. He was no stranger to sacrifices, but this was different. His thoughts wandered back to everything he had lost already—his family, his ho, his old life. There was only one thing that kept him going: his mission for revenge.

That burning need to right the wrongs that had been done to him. Could that be what Ava was asking for? Was his most valued possession the very thing that fueled him?

"I don't have wealth," Adrian said, his tone firm. "No gold or treasure of my own. And if you're asking to give up sothing intangible... sothing like my desire for revenge, then what's the point?"

Ava's smile widened, her golden eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She stepped closer to Adrian, her voice dropping to a soft, seductive purr. "I don't need your gold, Adrian. Look around you. All of this belongs to —treasures beyond your wildest dreams. What I want is sothing far more precious, sothing that holds deep aning to you."

Adrian's heart skipped a beat as her words sunk in. He wasn't sure what she was getting at until she continued, her smile curling into sothing far more dangerous.

"Your most valued possession, Adrian," she whispered. "Perhaps a wedding ring, a family heirloom, a locket—anything that holds importance to you. A token of sentint, sothing that ties you to the past."

Adrian's breath caught in his throat. Suddenly, it all made sense. He didn't have gold or jewels, but there was one thing he had kept with him through everything.

Reaching into his pocket, his fingers brushed the cool tal of the locket—an old, tarnished silver locket that had belonged to his wife.

It was the last piece of her that he still carried with him, a reminder of the life he had lost and the vengeance he sought to claim.

He pulled it out and stared at it for a mont, the image of his wife smiling up at him from inside the locket. Her eyes were warm, filled with the kind of love and peace he hadn't known since her death.

t was his most cherished possession—the last remnant of the life he had once known.

Adrian's grip tightened on the locket as mories flooded his mind—mories of the life he had shared with her, the happiness they had known, and the pain of her loss. His heart ached, but the need for revenge burned stronger.

Slowly, he held the locket out to Ava, his hand steady despite the weight of what he was about to give up. "Will this do?" he asked, his voice low and firm.

Ava's smile curled into a smirk as she reached out and took the locket from his hand. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes flickering with greed. "With this, I'll give you the ans to achieve your vengeance. But once you begin," she warned, her voice dripping with dark intent, "your greed for success will beco... insatiable."

Adrian felt the weight of her words, but his resolve did not falter. "I've co too far to stop now. Give what I need."

Ava held his gaze for a mont, her expression a mixture of admiration and amusent. "Ambitious and determined," she purred. "I like that in a mortal." She glanced down at the locket in her hand, her fingers brushing over it lightly, and for a brief second, her expression softened—just a flicker of sothing that resembled understanding.