Bestie Contract Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you read the Bonded Employment Agreement before signing?” “I… of course I read it,” Becky replied quickly, trying to sound confident, but her knees were already getting weak, and her palms got sweaty. “Good,” Alicia said with a nod. “Then you must have seen the part that clearly states, once training is over, and you’ve accepted your role, you are bound to work for a minimum of two years. Unless you present a life-threatening reason that is up for company review and approval. Otherwise, breaking the contract costs a hundred grand. And yes, you signed it. No one forced you.”

“Yeah. You always know how to make everything better.” Connor smirked, hand sliding over her hip. “Come on, baby. You owe us a good ending after all this drama.” Beckie stepped out of their reach so fast they almost stumbled. “Not tonight,” she said, voice like ice. Spencer laughed, confused. “What do you mean not tonight? Contract says whenever we want.” Beckie turned, eyes burning. “Tonight I am telling you three to take that contract and shove it up your asses. I am done being your stress relief while you almost destroy my best friend’s life.”

“But if you want to kill me, why not use your blood from the very beginning? Why did you choose your bare power when in fact you can’t stand fighting with me. On the other hand, you only punched me because I let you so.” My eyes widened even more as I can't help but gritted my teeth while looking at him. As I was about to react, he suddenly interrupted me. ‘You know that I am more superior than you. I can read your mind, and I can talk to you here.’ I quickly held my head as I heard his voice inside it. I cursed him multiples times to just stop but he just can't. ‘It's the form of the contract. I told you that you are linked to me, and I am serious about it. We are like half of each other no

“ The contract you signed is that you’ll be the model for Grey Textile And Clothing for the next five years. Which means the contract would expire in five years, “ Eve explained as she walked up to me and began to help me undress and clean my makeup. “ What? At least you should have briefed me on it before you let me sign it!! I feel betrayed. So I have to do this every day. “ I whined and faked a pout. “ Oh common!! It’s a good thing that the contract is for that long. You’ll keep making good money and have a choice to even resign from your work as Liam’s assistant because the money you’ll get from us would be way more than your pay as an assistant and no, you'll only get to this when we ha

So as I am fidgeting at the back trying to see if my attempt can go unnoticed, I hear as Damian carries on speaking to Grant, he places the phone on speaker so that Sophia can get her own wicked pleasure in listening to it as well. "What do you want," I hear Grant as he is clearly shaken up coming from the other end. "Money, what else?" Damian growls at him from deep in his chest. I think this is the only time that he will ever to be able to act like a man, a fucking dead man, as soon as I get loose here. "How much do you want?" And I know that he is now going to come to some ridiculous amount that I know that Grant won't have. "Thirty-eight million."

Clive bravely stated. "I will still pay you. You'll receive your salary twice a month as agreed upon the contract. You cannot back out now. You have a contract with me." Celeste declared. "My contract states that I am a research assistant. After all you have your bestfriend, Tracy, right? You won't need me as a friend." Clive stood up and walked close to Celeste. "Don't get me wrong. I really want to be your friend too. I also want to hang out with you. But not this way." Clive rejected.

“Sign the papers,” Emily’s dad screamed, forcing the document into her hand. She stared at the contract papers, which stated a seven-year owner-servant contract. “I’m not a commodity, Dad,” Emily spat out in rage. “Just sign the papers, it's no big deal,” he said nonchalantly. Emily stared at her father in doubt, her fingers trembling around the document he'd forced into her hands. “No big deal?” she repeated slowly. “You want me to marry a stranger because of your mistake.” she said in a low tone. Edward Carter sat calmly, watching the father-daughter drama like it was a movie. His brown orbs staring at both father and daughter.

Aurelia stared at him, her mouth slightly agape, shocked by the sheer, violent speed of his mobilization. Damian turned back to her, his eyes unreadable but intense. “I will ensure Elias receives the best treatment available on this planet, Aurelia. He will not want for anything ever again. But…” He paused, his businessman’s instinct rising to the surface even amidst the emotional carnage. “We have to come to an agreement. A contract.” Aurelia’s heart sank. “What kind of contract?”

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how