The perfectly lit, cold, and wide underground parking place echoed with a woman's urgent cry. "Ronald! Wait!" The name hung in the air, drawing Anita's curiosity despite herself. A husky, deep voice, chillingly cold, replied, making Anita flinch, her phone almost slipping from her hand.

"What did you call me?" the man's voice demanded. The woman, Bilha Wairimu, a renowned actress, stammered an apology, claiming haste. Anita, hidden behind a concrete pillar, felt a prickle of unease. This wasn't just a lover's quarrel; the man's tone was heartless, menacing.

Then came the confession, so emotional it brought tears to Anita's eyes: "Mr. Ronald, I really love you!!" Ronald's response was a single, brutal word: "So?" The air grew colder, and Anita swore she saw snowflakes fall from the ceiling. This was a confession met with absolute, chilling indifference.

"Are you done?" Ronald asked, and Anita gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth. Bilha, desperate, pleaded for him to love her back, revealing their 'contract'—a three-year arrangement, barely two years in. "We are done!" Ronald declared, his voice devoid of emotion. Then came the bombshell: "Miss Wairimu… didn't you properly go through the entire contents of the contract?" A new voice, Collins, read the chilling clause: 'Once the contracted girlfriend developed affection and demands to be loved back, the contract will automatically become null and void.'

Anita peeked, stunned to see Bilha Wairimu, the famous diva, fall to her knees. This was insane. But the man, Ronald, remained unyielding. "I warned you long ago, Miss Wairimu. I don't do love and never will I fall in love." A bulky man in a glaring red suit dragged Bilha away. Just as Anita thought she was safe, Ronald's voice boomed, "Come out here this instant! NOW!" Fear, cold and absolute, gripped Anita, forcing her from her hiding place.