Bound By The CEO's Contract
Natalie Harper leads a simple life. A trained professional secretary, she had always been diligent, organized, and committed to staying out of trouble. Her uneventful life is upended when her gruff boss, Alexander Hayes-a wealthy CEO-makes her an offer she can't refuse: a marriage contract.
Alexander needs a fiancée to save his reputation and to get that crucial business contract, and Natalie fits perfectly. From the beginning, it would seem pretty easy: she gets financial security, and he saves his company. But getting into Alexander's glittering world is far from simple.
Thrown into a whirlwind of lavish parties, prying socialites, and Alexander's guarded past, Natalie quickly realizes she is in over her head. Things get even more complicated when Alexander's ex-fiancée resurfaces, determined to wreak havoc. As old secrets start to unravel, Natalie begins to question everything-especially her own feelings.
The more time she spends by Alexander's side, the more impossible it is not to feel the emotions she was so determined to keep out of their deal.
Is this a game he is playing, or is there really something genuine behind those cold and remote eyes? Can Natalie navigate his world of deceit and power, or will she lose herself in the process?
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINTY TWONatalie’s POVWhile we were still inside the vault, before we left, the vault smelled of dust and metal, a scent that would linger on secrets to never be forgotten. When the gunfire ended, the silence held me firm in my chest. Papers were everywhere on the floor, files scattered in bullet holes, gun bullets were stuck in drawers, and broken locks dangling from drawers.As I picked through this mess, my hands clung tight. Each file weighed more than the last; it was as if the paper had a burden too dark to carry. When Alexander was going through the papers, James took a digital drive out of his pocket. But my eyes saw a black folder tucked under a cabinet, as if someone tried to hide it. My mind got carried away and my focus was on the black folder.I had a feeling that it was meant for me.I went towards the place it was, and I knelt and pulled it out free. It was not my name that was on it but my father's.At inception, I was unable to breathe. I saw the signatures in my father’s han
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER NINTY ONEAlexander's POV The air of the dark night was thick in silence but the sounds of engines from afar off broke the silence. We parked a block away from Jacob’s luxurious estate which was heavily secured. The mansion stood like a fortress, tall walls of floodlights and armed guards patrolling the high walls in pairs.James moved towards a corner, and he leaned forward, his finger tracing the map he has memorized so many times. “Two minutes between guard shifts here. The camera is motion activated, but there is a blind spot on the west side. We go in then, no hesitation.”His voice was like a whisper, not loud, steady voice but weighed like someone who had done it before. Too often. I studied him, watching his jaw loose, his eyes open. He was not nervous, he was excited. I kept wondering why and that worried me.Natalie was sitting behind me, quiet but watchful. She had altered his plans without him knowing, and only I knew about it. The thought about it made my heart race faster. We wer
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER NINTY Natalie's POV The moment James explained his grand plan to Alexander I knew something was wrong. His words were too sharp, too polished, like a story that has been rehearsed in front of a mirror before. He spoke confidently, but underneath, I sensed ambition. It wasn’t just about Jacob, it was about power.And power in James‘ hands was just as dangerous as power in Jacob’s hands.That night, as Alexander was moving about in the room without doubt all over his face, I made a decision. If James threw us into his game, I would quietly rewrite the rules.I patiently waited until we were all alone. Alexander was sweating, holding his hands tightly to the window frame as he looked out that night. He didn't even notice at all that I was already closer to him until I touched his arm.“I think you’re right about him,” I whispered. “James isn’t telling us everything we need to know. But if we play this right, we can make his plan work for us.Alexander turned towards me, his face was shadowed
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY NINEAlexander's POVTrust became much more dangerous than money. Basically, in my world, giving it to the wrong person could cost not just my life, but Natalie’s too. That was the thought burning in my mind when James sat across from me, his eyes cold, his jaw tense.He leaned forward, then lowers his voice as if the walls had ears.“There’s one way to end this,” he said. “We break into Jacob’s vault.”I studied him carefully , looking for cracks in his calm. “Vault?”James nodded. “His central vault. Not just money. Records. Contracts. Names. Everything that Jacob has built up his empire on is there. If we find it, we’ll have the leverage to be able to tear him down.The words weigh. Too heavy. Jacob’s vault was not just a safe hidden in a house, it was the foundation of his power. If it existed the way James described, then I'm very certain that it would be a place that Jacob would defend more than his own life.And James wanted us to walk into it.I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT Natalie's POVThe night was heavier than usual, like the air bore secrets that I should not have known. Alexander had gone out , his face was tight and shadowed, and he refused to reveal to me where he was going. I released him, but the silence he left me with really consumed me.It was not Jacob that haunted me anymore; it was my father.Ever since I found his name in Jacob’s files, the thoughts had been swirling, refusing to accept what evidence suggested. My father, who is a gentle, warm man who had once carried me upon his shoulders, was tied to Jacob’s empire.But how deep did it go?That question had kept me in the study all night long, surrounded by piles of old files James had led us to. Every paper, every contract, every dog-eared receipt was a piece of a puzzle slowly breaking me.My fingers were trembling while sifting through the thin folder bearing my dad's name. I had opened it once before but never really looked. I forced myself to tonight.It was fairly harmless at fir
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN (Alexander's POV)The message arrived at dawn.I was in the study, looking at papers that no longer held significance to my weary eyes, when my phone buzzed with one encrypted message. It was not from Natalie, nor from James, nor from one of my guards.It was from one of my old allies, someone who owed me a favour.I opened the message. One line stared back at me:"Jacob has already given a kill order. Assassins are already on the move."My chest tightened. I reread it hoping it was some mistake but deep down, I already knew it wasn't.Jacob no longer played games.This wasn’t about ruining my name anymore. This was about ending me.I hastened upstairs. Natalie was still asleep, breathing calmly. I was standing there for a moment, looking at her, truth crushing me. I was tempted to wake her up and make her hear everything, but I couldn't.The less that she understood at this point, the safer she would be.I kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "Stay safe." Then I left the room.B
Última actualización: 2025-10-28
CONTRACT OF FATE
Billionaire heir Alexander Sterling is tired of his mother’s relentless matchmaking with spoiled socialites. In a desperate move to escape, he proposes a contract marriage to Elena Carter, a struggling waitress he met on a drunken night at a restaurant. She sees it as a golden ticket to cover her mom's medical bills, unaware she’s stepping into a life of cold indifference and relentless torment. Bound for three years, their marriage is filled with icy glares and unspoken pain. But in their second year, a mistake leads to an unexpected pregnancy. Fearful of his wrath and threats of Eleanor, Elena hides the truth, enduring his cruelty in silence. As time passes, Alexander begins to feel something he never expected. But pride keeps him from showing it.
On the verge of the third year, unable to bear the suffering any longer, Elena disappears, presumed dead. Devastated, Alexander is haunted by regret, not knowing she has survived and given birth to their twins. Years later, fate brings them back together this time, as equals.
Wealthy. Independent. A mother of two. Elena is no longer the fragile woman he once controlled. But their reunion is complicated by the arrival of Matteo De Luca, a ruthless Italian billionaire with a vendetta against Alexander and an interest in Elena. With enemies on all sides and unresolved emotions between them, will love conquer all? Or will the past destroy any chance of redemption?
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Chapter: Chapter 29(Elena's POV) The scent of the hospital was as fresh as ever, but today it was more viscous, almost as if it sensed the turmoil in my heart. I held the bunch of daisies more firmly, trying to cling with the dainty, flower scent. Sophie beside me carried a dented tin box filled with daisies' favorite chin-chin, my mum's favorite snack that we used to take home and make from scratch when everything in life was still simple. Behind me, Selena trailed along with a thermos of hot tea and an serene face that would always make me believe I wasn't dissolving, even when I was.I couldn't shake Alexander. Try as I might, the images came back, stronger, darker, and more painful. I did something else, instead. I went to see my mum, not by myself this time. I craved warmth. Familiarity. I needed to inhale something real again."I suppose she's better today," Sophie grumbled as we turned the corner to Room 209. "I brought her that disgusting magazine she's so fond of.""She'll love it," I put a br
Última actualización: 2025-06-01
Chapter: Chapter 29(Elena's POV)There’s an art to moving quietly. I’ve learned that now.Not the quiet of silence, but the tactical sort, the softer breathing, quicker thinking, and longer pretending than any human ever ought. I walk these halls like a specter, gliding by cold walls and colder gazes, always careful never to remain in one place too long.I will be leaving in three weeks.Three weeks, and this house, this prison dressed as a mansion, will be nothing more than a fading shadow in my rearview mirror. I don’t know exactly where I’ll go. But I know I won’t be here. I won’t raise my child within these gilded chains.I slide open the drawer beside my bed and reach beneath the stack of folded scarves. My fingers brush against cool metal, the zipper of the small travel bag I’ve kept hidden for weeks. It's not much. A few clothes, my late mother's rosary, some cash I’ve scraped together. I’ve been hiding money the way a starving woman hides crumbs: desperately, secretly, clinging to hope.I keep t
Última actualización: 2025-05-05
Chapter: Chapter 27Elena’s POVI stood in the shower, motionless as the water hits my skin, each drop a reminder of my thoughts. How did I let this happen?The night keeps replaying in my head like a broken video player. His touch, His lips. The look in his eyes when he took me to the room and entered me. I wasn't in control, He was. We were both in our right state of mind not under alcohol influence but just two people wanting to feel each other. I can still remember the way my heart fluttered under his stare or the way I pleaded with him to feel him inside me.I lean forward, resting my forehead on the arm, water dripping from my chin. At that moment, I thought there was hope for us, for me and just maybe he would finally accept me but then he shut me down as usual. I slept in his arms, he held on to me throughout the night and just like That, he shattered my heart in less than a second.I didn't say anything or try to fight against what he said. I accepted it because he was right, it didn't mean an
Última actualización: 2025-04-19
Chapter: Chapter 26Alexander’s POVThe sun filtered in through the curtains, pulling me out of my dream.Then reality came crashing back.I blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. The weight against my chest moved. Her hand. Small, warm. Her leg still tangled with mine under the blanket.Elena.The memories from the night before rushed to me like a wave I hadn’t prepared for. The way she had kissed me. The softness of her lips. The way her body had responded to every touch. Her eyes wide, tear-streaked, and somehow still full of trust.What the hell was I doing?I shouldn’t have touched her.And yet I had. Over and over. With so much desperation than I cared to admit.My hands on her body, feeling and touching every inch of her. It wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it.I was tired. Vulnerable. I let my guard slip. For a moment, just one damn moment, I allowed myself to feel something. And I let her in.Which was Stupid of me.Now I had made a big mistake.I slowly shifted, trying not to wake her. Her
Última actualización: 2025-04-18
Chapter: Chapter 25Elena’s POVThe lights, the laughter, the music, It had all gone blurry the moment Victoria poured that drink on me. It hadn't just ruined my dress, it exposed me, made me feel small and vulnerable.I knew she did it on purpose.It wasn't just the embarrassment. It was the humiliation I felt. The fact that no one stepped in. Not even my own husband, Alexnader tried to stand up for me. At least If Sophie was here, She would have stood up for me.I ran without looking back, I didn't know where I was running to but I just had to leave that place and so I ran.my heart was pounding, my face burned with heat as I pushed open the guesthouse door and slammed it behind me. It was the closest door to me.I sank to the floor, the torn fabric if my dress packed around my legs. My arms still clutching it to my body to keep what little dignity I had left. I felt small, so small and ashamed. I was alone in that moment.I buried my face in my hands and let the tears fall freely.This wasn't a life. T
Última actualización: 2025-04-18
Chapter: Chapter 24Alexander’s POVToday is the day of the annual ball which we hold once every year. It was a big event for the sterling empire, a celebration of how far we have come. Reymond started this tradition but after he was gone, it lived on.Eleanor always made sure she decorated everything to her satisfaction. The Sterling mansion had never looked more expensive.That wasn't a compliment. All the chandeliers were polished and sparkling, the staircase was wrapped in golden vines, and roses, white and red lined every inch of the hall like it was a royal coronation. The place was glowing. Eleanor outdid herself. Again.Last time, She was the one that planned it and it was exquisite. After the gala, people talked about how organised and fancy everything was from the decorations to the food. Eleanor lived for all those talks, that was why she made sure she was the one to decorate every year.I stood at the top of the staircase, watching the staff as they rushed to do one thing or the other. S
Última actualización: 2025-04-16
BOUND MOONLIGHT: The Alpha's Forbidden Mate
She saved his life. Now she's carrying his secret.
One reckless night changed everything for Maya Chen. When she stumbled upon a wounded stranger in the woods, she never imagined he was Kai Blackwood, Alpha of the most powerful werewolf pack in North America, and heir to the throne of all shifter kind.
Their connection was instant, primal, undeniable. But when dawn broke, so did the illusion. Kai vanished, leaving Maya with nothing but fragmented memories and a growing secret: she's pregnant with the future Alpha King's child.
For Kai, that night was supposed to be meaningless, another fleeting encounter to satisfy the restless wolf inside him.
He's always kept humans at arm's length, knowing the ancient laws that govern his world: An Alpha must mate with a she-wolf. Only pure bloodlines can inherit the crown.
But Maya is different. Her touch awakened something in him he thought long buried. Her curves haunt his dreams. Her scent calls to his wolf in ways no she-wolf ever has. And now, learning she carries his pup, Kai faces an impossible choice.
The pack elders demand he reject her. His destined she-wolf mate is already chosen. The werewolf council will never accept a human queen. But Kai's wolf has claimed Maya as his own, and walking away might destroy them both.
As ancient enemies circle and pack politics turn deadly, Maya finds herself thrust into a supernatural world that wants her gone. She's not just fighting for Kai's heart, she's fighting for her life and her unborn child's future.
In a world where tradition is law and love is forbidden, can an Alpha defy his destiny? Or will the bond between human and wolf be their undoing?
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: THE PREGNANCYMAYA'S POVThe baby rippled.That was the only word I had for it yet, not a kick, not the distinct percussion of later pregnancy, something more preliminary than that, more like the memory of movement than movement itself. The flutter of something turning in a space it was still learning were the edges of its world.I held very still.In the front seat, Kai's hand tightened on the door.I saw it. The slight shift of his knuckles, the infinitesimal change in the quality of his stillness, and I understood, with the same certainty I had been developing over four days, the pattern-recognition that didn't require verification, that he had felt it too. Not with his hand. Through whatever the bond was, whatever channel it operated on, the thing he had described in my kitchen that I still did not have a complete vocabulary for.He felt it and he did not turn around.The restraint of that cost him something visible.I looked at the back of his head and I thought about the word bond and I th
Última actualización: 2026-05-28
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: THE DRIVEMAYA’S POVMarcus was exactly what I had expected and nothing like what I had imagined.This was the particular paradox of meeting someone you had already been told about, the description had been accurate in its facts and insufficient in its texture, the way a list of ingredients told you nothing about what the dish tasted like. Kai had said: a man who had been with the Blackwood pack for twenty years, whose judgment he described the way you described a thing you had tested and not found wanting. He had not said: a man who looked at you when you met him with the specific quality of someone who had been told a great deal about you and was now doing the work of reconciling what he'd been told with what he was seeing, and who was not trying to hide that he was doing this work, and who somehow made the transparency of it feel like a form of respect rather than an intrusion.He was waiting in the lobby of my building at nine forty-five.Kai had gone down first, to check the street, he s
Última actualización: 2026-05-27
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE DECISIONMAYA'S I could not have told you, from where I stood, that they were anything other than men. They looked like men, they were dressed like men, they stood on the pavement like men, they had the general proportions of men. But there was something in the way they occupied the space that was not quite right in a way I couldn't name precisely. Too still. Too oriented. The kind of stillness that I had felt from Kai at the window moments ago, before I had known what I was feeling it from, translated into two bodies standing on a city sidewalk at one in the morning looking up at my building with the specific focused attention of things that had found what they came for.The door of my building opened.Kai stepped out.The change in the two figures below was immediate and total. The particular stillness shattered, they shifted their weight, they spread, they redistributed themselves in the space with the fluid automatic quality of bodies that had done this before, that had a choreography for
Última actualización: 2026-05-26
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: THE WOLVES ARE HEREMAYA'S I should have been asleep.This was the thought that kept arriving and departing without accomplishing anything, the awareness that it was past midnight, that I had been awake for nearly twenty hours, that my body had done the thing bodies did under sustained stress and gone past tired into the particular wired stillness of a system that had forgotten the mechanism for rest. I lay in the dark of my bedroom with the ceiling above me and the city sounds filtering up from outside and the knowledge of him on the other side of the wall, and I did not sleep.He was in the living room.I knew this not because I had checked, I had not checked, had made a specific and deliberate point of not checking, had gone to my room after eating and closed the door with the quiet precision of a woman who was drawing a line, but because the apartment had that quality he had described this morning in a lifetime that was apparently only yesterday. The quality of a space with an occupant in it. The
Última actualización: 2026-05-25
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY: WATCHED I went to work. This was, in retrospect, probably a statement. The kind of statement that didn't require words because the action was the word, because getting up at seven and showering and putting on the clothes I put on and walking out the door of my apartment into the ordinary morning was a way of saying: I have twenty-four hours and I am going to spend them being a person who has a life, not a person who sits in her apartment and waits for her life to be decided for her. I didn't tell Kai I was leaving. He was in the living room when I came out of the bedroom, sitting in the chair by the window with a book he had apparently found on my shelf, I noted which one but didn't say anything about it, and he looked up when I came in with my bag on my shoulder and my keys in my hand and my coat already on, and he read the situation in approximately the time it took me to cross from the hallway to the front door. "Maya…" "I'm going to work," I said. "I have a job. I have things due. I
Última actualización: 2026-05-22
Chapter: CHAPTER NINETEEN: BARGAINThe rain started sometime after midnight. I knew this because I had not slept, had lain in the dark of my bedroom with the ceiling above me doing nothing in particular and my mind doing everything it shouldn't, cycling through the conversation in the kitchen the way you cycled through a thing you couldn't stop touching, pressing at it from different angles to see if it felt different, if it made more sense, if the man sitting across from me in my own apartment telling me what I was carrying became less impossible from some direction I hadn't tried yet. It didn't. At some point the sound of the city changed, that particular shift that happened between three and four in the morning when the last of the night traffic thinned and the first of the early trucks hadn't started yet, the seam between one version of the city and the next, and in that seam I heard the rain begin. Quiet at first. Then not quiet. The kind of rain that settled in with intention, that had made arrangements to stay
Última actualización: 2026-05-20
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