Semua Bab Contracted to the Billionaire but fell for his Nephew : Bab 1 - Bab 9

"Damn you, Richard! Just because I am now bankrupt!" Mr. Jones's voice echoes in the dimly lit room on the phone. "I'll never submit to your stupid, evil terms. I'd rather get a loan from the bank than choose you." Mr. Jones's declaration was loud and menacing.Oh really? Anyways, if you agree to my terms and conditions, you know where I am.” Richard Grey spoke sternly. “Ha-ha-ha!” He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone.Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air."My darling, I'll do anything to make sure you survive this sickness." Mr. Jones uttered In a low but

"Dad! I got the money; I'm on my way to the hospital." Emily uttered, her voice laced with excitement as she sat down comfortably in the back seat of a cab. "Oh great!" Mr. Jones expressed gratitude towards her; his facial expressions changed to a calm and reserved one. "I'll be expecting you at the hospital; I'll inform the doctor to get us the donor." He spun into action immediately.Emily giggled at the small mirror at the top of the driver's head, gazing directly at her on reflection, smiling back at her. "I'm so happy right now; Mom is finally seeing me grow to be a real woman before she dies." Emily mused thoughtfully, and the call ended on a peaceful, cool smile on both their faces.As she sat down, her mind began to reel on the possibility of saving her mom; her thoughts swung to the man she bumped into twice. "He looks familiar!" She mused thoughtfully, but the excitement of saving her mom overshadowed her in the long run."Oh, Mom, you'll finally fulfill your promise of see

Here and? "So what if I'm here?" She thought.She couldn't bring herself to understand a thing he'd just said. "Look, what matters now is that I'm here to resume my duty as stated in the contract." She spat and Richard seemed to like that. "That's the spirit girl. Now follow me so I can show you your office." He spat and she gazed at him like he was stupid and walked behind him.Alex watched as she left and couldn't help but chuckle. Was he hallucinating? He thought even though he knew that what he had just said was right."I will figure this out." He muttered."Did you say something, sir?" Julia was confused as she looked up at him."I didn't say shit. You can leave." He replied and she bowed and walked away, fuming. The shit she had planned to stir couldn't even get close to the roof.Emily got into her new office and nodded in approval. At least he didn't treat her like shit. She thought with her fingers crossed as she sat on her chair, feeling the seat. "So I won't be paid for

She rushed to pick it up and was stunned to see that it was from the president's office. "What do you want?" "In my office. Now." He spat and ended."That sounded professional." She muttered and sped to his office. When she got to his door again, she put her ear closer. She couldn't afford to see that again. When did finally pushed it open, her eyes were closed as she stood at the center of the office. "What's the meaning of that?" He asked her and she opened it only to see that he was the only one there."Well, I was just trying to get in safe." She said and moved closerHe took up the file and threw it closer to her. "Why is that file incomplete?" He questioned her and she frowned and grabbed it. "Not complete?" She whispered and opened it. She had gone through that file herself and everything was complete. What else did he mean? "from what I see...""You were supposed to make a note." He spat and her eyes widened in realization."That's cool. Umm, yes, I should have. I'm sorr

The Greysons Mansion was eerily quiet when Emily stepped in. The grand hallway stretched before her tall windows casting pale streaks of light across the marble floor. The silence wasn’t peace; it was pressure, thick and watchful.Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she looked around. Everything about the place felt hollow too clean, too perfect, like a museum where nothing was ever meant to be touched.“Miss Emily, welcome back.” A middle-aged maid appeared from one of the corners, bowing slightly. Her eyes darted nervously as though she was being watched too. “Mr. Grey is waiting for you in the blue room.”Emily swallowed hard. “Of course, he is,” she muttered, adjusting her bag on her shoulder before following the direction she pointed.Each step she took deeper into the mansion only made her feel more trapped. The faint hum of the air conditioner, the soft creak of her heels, the way the chandeliers seemed to shimmer when she passed everything whispered you don’t belong here.W