Contract Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Only that counts. Blackwood, Damon Just the name caused her to shiver involuntarily. Everyone in the city knew him, the cold, merciless billionaire who used iron fists to build his empire. Their participation had been planned for years, whispered in elite social circles, but he had never once acknowledged her presence. just a contract; nothing more. No flowers, no proposals, no softly worded pledges. Just a legal agreement tying her to a man who had not even bothered to show up for his own engagement announcement.

"Well, I’m guessing you won't be needing your old pharmacy job anymore. The job I have for you tonight is enough to pay your mum's bills, clear your debts to me, and leave you with enough to live like a queen for years." "I’m guessing it’s very dangerous then," Freya said, her suspicion growing. "Not too dangerous," Mr. Grant replied, pulling out a file full of photos. "Miss Freya, I present to you: The Seduction Contract." "What does that even mean?" "All you need to do is pretend to be someone and get something I need," he said, spreading out photos of a young man. He was striking - handsome, but with eyes that looked like they had seen too much blood. "This is Darlington Knight. The most

“Godwin Railroad must stay in the family. I’m in need of an heir Miss Dubois, preferably a son. I’m willing to pay you two million dollars upon the birth of my healthy heir which you will produce.” Amberleigh burst out laughing. She couldn’t help herself. But by the pissed off holier than thou expression on the billionaire’s face, she soon realized it hadn’t been a joke. “You’re fuckin’ serious?” she asked in disbelief. He sighed, “Deadly serious Miss Dubois. As per the contract you will have one year’s time to either have produced me a healthy heir or have a viable pregnancy. If you have fallen pregnant in one year, the contract will be extended until the time you give birth to the child.

Sienna rolled her eyes and continued to read over the contract. “Good. Oh, and I expect your bed to be empty, as will mine. You will be my wife, and I see no other woman worthy to sleep next to me. If you have anything to add or wish to change, write it on the last page.” The billionaire added as the car came to a stop. He looked past the waitress and out of her window; the apartment she lived in looked like a dump. Windows were smashed, and trash was scattered across the floor. The building itself was beginning to fall apart, and Declan wondered how people were still living here. Surely that was a danger. “What if I refuse your offer?” The waitress asked and looked at the billionaire, that

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I pass it back to the subordinate who bows and leaves. Once the contract is signed and delivered, I immediately received a down payment for the first month. The money in my account shook me to the core and I stand transfixed, staring at my phone. He isn't joking about this. For a split second, I'm tempted to run away with this but knowing he's a billionaire it won't take long before he finds me which would lead to more trouble. I shake my head at the ridiculous thought.

Damon I tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating. I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.

“Get up. We’re done here for tonight.” I pushed to my feet. Hoodie too warm. Skin still prickling where his fingers had been. “That all? No tour of my new prison cell?” “You’ll see it soon enough.” He turned toward the private elevator. Didn’t look back. Like he already knew I’d follow. I did follow. The contract was signed. Lila’s face still burned behind my eyes from that photo. One wrong step and her treatment money vanished. One wrong word and she lost everything keeping her alive.

"A billionaire needs someone who will act as his girlfriend when his family comes back from their trip." She also sat up and stared at me. An impish grin tugged at her lips. "So did you agree to the contract?" She asked. I frowned. "I didn't." She narrowed her eyes and looked at me confused. "You didn't see any pen to sign on the contract?" She asked and I chuckled. "I didn't want to sign, I don't know what to expect." "Well, you said the man is a billionaire so expect a lot of good things."

"He blamed it on my father’s engineering firm. It killed a major contract, and it nearly bankrupted my family before I took over. My father died thinking he ruined our name." Sienna swallowed hard. "I didn't know." "Nobody does. It was handled quietly through non-disclosure agreements and out-of-court settlements," Declan said. He opened the study door, a sliver of warm desk light spilling onto the stone floor. "So when I saw an opportunity to take their leverage, I took it. You were the leverage, Sienna." "And now?" "Now you're my wife," Declan said simply. "And I protect my assets. Sleep well, Sienna."