Semua Bab Mr.One Night Stand: Contract with the Lycan king : Bab 1 - Bab 10

ISABELLA’S POV:“Liam!”I called out to the blonde guy who had piqued my interest earlier as he gracefully descended from the stage. He made his way to the bar, and I followed closely, still not quite sure how to initiate a conversation. Offering money crossed my mind, but he didn’t strike me as someone in need.“Hey, you!” I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help but notice his striking good looks.“Oh, it’s you! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you earlier. What’s up?” he suddenly exclaimed.Words failed me at that moment; I was uncertain about how to proceed and convince him to hook-up with me tonight. I briefly considered inviting him for a drink, but I wasn’t sure that was the right approach.“My drink,” I unintentionally blurted out.“What are you talking about?” he shouted over the thumping hip-hop music in the club.“My drink. You should get me another one as an apology for ruining my dress,” I responded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corne

Isabella's POV:"I'm sorry, Miss Sinclair, but the instructions given by your parents before death are to grant you access to the Grand Vault after you get married and have your first child, and I know they have their reasons for making that mandatory," Barrister Carter said.The Grand Vault is the Sinclair family's most coveted secret, containing every piece of information and power about the Sinclair family, top-secret details, and unimaginable wealth. Rumors suggested that its worth exceeded ten times the present Sinclair family's net worth, making it nearly impossible to fathom the extent of my parents' riches. We were one of the world's top five richest and most influential families. Both my dad and mom were equally powerful and wealthy. To add to the intrigue, my mom hailed from a royal family. But fate hadn't smiled upon my parents; they never had a male heir to carry on their legacy. My parents went to great lengths to secure a male heir but were left disappointed. Thus, I bec

I read through the content of the contract and I was bewildered. Is she crazy? The chosen candidate would be her personal guard for a year before they get married in the second year? What? Seriously? The candidate must live in her mansion over the chosen years, which happens to be three years. No physical touch unless necessary, foot massage every night? No payment until after three years, sleeping together in the same room but the man will take the floor! What! She's crazy! Does she need a slave or a fake husband? This woman is insane.""Do you find the contract interesting, young man?" The strange woman's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see her staring down at me on the floor. I stood up with the papers I had picked up and handed them over to her."Isabella is crazy!" I said, and she burst into laughter. Suddenly, she stopped laughing and furrowed her face in a mixture of surprise and confusion."You know Isabella?" she asked in a surprised tone, and I nodded

I was shocked when I saw Liam, the timid boy, step out of the black car, his masculine body draped in a black suit, a silver tie tied around his neck. He looks like a typical CEO boss. "Ain't no freaking way Liam could change so drastically," I muttered under my breath. This is definitely not the Liam I met a few days ago. He flipped his long blond hair to the back in a sexy way, his left hand slipped into his pocket, and he adjusted his tie stylishly. I watched in awe and surprise. I could feel his aura exuding from that distance, and I couldn't help but wonder how someone could change so drastically within a few days."Babe, let's go meet him," Florence said and flung open the car door. She jumped out of the car, and I followed behind, nervous. I can't believe Liam would ever make me feel nervous. As Florence and I stepped out of the car, Liam's sharp eyes fell on us, and he let out an evil, sexy smirk. He opened the trunk of his car and brought out a large bouquet of roses, extendi

NARRATOR'S POV:Abigail raced through the woods, tears streaming down her cheeks. Rejected by her mate, she had never felt this humiliated before. She wondered what had changed; Liam had always been kind and treated her well. Why did he treat her like this? Running away from the Blackhood pack became her plan to escape the overwhelming humiliation. She had become a laughing stock in the pack, and the thought of facing Liam's mother, who had been so good to her, was too much to bear. Abigail stopped in the middle of the forest, collapsing helplessly onto the ground scattered with twigs and dried brown leaves."Vic! Am I making the right decision?" she asked Vic, her wolf, fully aware that Vic would never reply. Vic had been in a deep slumber since an unfortunate incident eight years ago, the same incident that led Liam's mother to find Abigail in the woods. Abigail didn't know her real name or where she came from. Her memory seemed wiped, and the only connection to her past was her wol