Ddlg Contract Novels & Stories

“I came here to remind you that YOU JULIAN SILVERTON are married and if I look like a balloon doesn’t mean I should be treated like one. If you continue to treat me like a slave, I’d make sure ill tell the press and I don’t mind moving back to my old house and taking my sister along with me. As long as I have peace and I am respected.” I told him without fear. “And you don’t mind selling your dads greenhouses to pay your debt, do you? Because I’d be more than willing to buy them from you.” He said with a smirk. “My grandfather and your father had a pending deal which your father is yet to keep to, your father loaned money from my grandfather to sponsor a promised paying drug deal, your fathe

"It's a pleasure to meet the creative mind behind the brilliant designs I saw. I can't wait to work alongside you and bring this game to life." Lily smiled, feeling excited to start a real project she was interested in for the first time since she got reborn into the body. With a twinkle in her eyes, she beamed at him and replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Drake. I'm looking forward to combining our strengths and creating something truly exceptional." As Mr. Wallace prepared the contract, Lily and Drake took their seats, discussing the initial steps of the project. The contract was soon ready, and Drake carefully reviewed the terms before signing on the dotted line, officially joining t

He sat thinking of what Aaron said, he was right, his reputation would be at stake. "She would sign a contract." He stated and relaxed his back on the chair. "You'll help me with the contract." "I own a security company not a law firm." "Yeah, I know just get me a lawyer." "Where's the girl? When you find a girl that will agree to your stupid shenanigans, I'll get you a lawyer." Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario.

We ate our dessert, but Danny beat Sebastian when paying the bill, making Sebastian feel uneasy. "So, what do you say, Sebastian? Do we have a deal?" Sasha asks, looping her hand around his arm. He looks at her with a smile and then looks at us. "Well, if you guys are up for the challenge, my answer is yes. We have a deal," he replies, making her squeal joyfully. "Excellent. Sebastian, I assure you, you won't regret doing business with us." dad adds, giving him a big smile. "Now, the only thing left is working out the details. Mr. Lombardy, can you come by my office tomorrow morning so we can go over the details and get a contract started?" Danny says, reaching under the table and holding my

What was so funny about all this? “Oh, sweetie.” She wiped the corner of her eye like she’d just heard the funniest joke in existence. “You really think that piece of paper is gonna save you?” My stomach twisted. A sliver of doubt crept in. “What the hell does that mean?” Declan, ever the smug bastard, sighed like this was exhausting. “What it means, Lyla,” he drawled, finally turning to face me, “That contract you're holding? It’s completely and utterly worthless.”

~ EVANGELINE POV ~ I picked up the folder, and it was heavier than it looked. I opened it and read the header, then read it again because the first reading didn't fully sink in. The Linden contract. I knew this contract. Everyone in the European fashion world knows about this contract. It was the kind of distribution deal that did not come available often and when it did, the names competing for it were not small. John Boldwin had mentioned it at his party, congratulating Damien and also indirectly insulting me then.

, he added softly, so soft it seemed like a whisper. An enticement. I look down at the envelope, my hands trembling as I push open the flap and pull out a two pieces of paper. The heading standing out to me as my throat went dry. This was the document he had talked about. Contract between Jacob St. Laurent and Dalia Renèe Paul. I skim through the rest of the paper, my mind going distraught with questions. One particular clause stood out, 'This contract dies out the moment the second party is free of debt, in terms of cash or in the place of her father'.

Of course. I pulled out the contract while the driver merged into traffic. The pages were still crisp, the ink still wet from where I'd signed my name in the kitchen this morning while Lily ate her pancakes. I'd read it twice last night, and once with Chloe who just took a picture of the contract and sent it to chatgpt to summarize and check for hidden clauses. Nothing jumped out as a trap, no hidden fees, no clauses about selling my soul, nothing that said Dante DeLuca owns you now. Just pages and pages of legal language that boiled down to one thing, show up, do the work, respect your boss and don't embarrass the foundation.