Ddlg Contract Novels & Stories

She concentrated on her fingers the entire time just more like counting them and also just being happy she was beginning to live her best life it was all that mattered and she was sure to be happy for a very long time a hundred million dollars was no child's play and to have it just for being in a fake contracted marriage was super mindblowing and crazy. While driving he handmade a phone call to the lawyer to draft out the terms and conditions of their contract because he had to make sure everything was topnotch confidential and also for it to favour both him and Topaz because he was rich and considered arrogant and didn't warrant him taking advantage of her the poor girl had already suffere

Sylvia handed Claire the paperwork, walked to her desk, and sat down. ‘God. That felt great; I had wanted to slap her since I first met her. You can’t disrespect Blake in front of me, silly woman.’ Sylvia thought as Claire was going over the contract. The contract was a standard investment contract; the only clause was the audit. After the audit, will the money be contributed to Dynamic Entertainment in two installments of five hundred million with three months in between and another audit before the final payout? Not seeing any problems with the conditions, she signed the document, and Sylvia placed the seal of Elon Trust to finalize the transaction. Claire retrieved her copy and was about

Then he smiled and said, “Congratulations, it’s done.” Dante smiled, and I didn’t wait to hear anything else. I rushed back to the bed and sat down quickly. I started playing with my fingers again. I could still feel it on my butt—the very spot where Dante had squeezed me. It still tingled slightly even as I sat down. God, will I ever recover from whatever I’m about to go through in this house for the next seven days? I just hope I don’t lose my fucking mind before the contract expires. While I was still seated on the bed, my mind unsettled and drifting, the lawyer started arranging his things back into his bag. Once he was done and had packed everything properly, he stood up from the chair,

However, this half was being pushed down to a thirty-seventy split. Was this not just giving Elijah millions for free?! “Deal.” Daniel closed his eyes. He lowered his voice and said, “I’ll let your company draw up the contract. Let’s sign the agreement today.” “Alright.” Elijah smiled lightly. “I won’t see you off.” Daniel’s eyes darkened. Only then did he roll his eyes at Wendall, and the father-and-son left. Sally watched all of this before her, breathless. She never knew, and now even regretted not accompanying Elijah to negotiate yesterday!

He stretched the contract file to her. Lily walked up to him and collected it, she read through the contents of the contract in a speed of light. What was stated basically was Drake Bell telling her to live with him during her period of working at Bell's LTD for the sake of the kids. He wanted to make up for his wrongs in this period but if at the end of this period, Lily still wishes to leave, he wouldn't stop her and would even let her take the kids. As a matter of fact, he would offer her a blank cheque to fill. There were other terms and conditions in the contract but they were minor, that was the most important one.

“What does that mean?” “It means,” Damian said slowly, “that sometimes a contract is clearer than goodwill.” He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a thin folder. He slid it across to her. Inside was a single sheet—terms typed plainly. Elena’s breath caught when she saw it: phrases like “one year,” “no claims,” “public arrangement,” “financial remuneration.” She looked at him. “What is this?”

“I just want all of this to be over man, I don’t know what I’ll do if Brielle should-” He gripped my shoulder in solidarity, cutting me off in the process. “Brielle isn’t going anywhere, Dylan. We’re going to do whatever it takes to handle this, you hear me?” I nodded. We spent the next hour or two carefully combing through the contract, looking for loopholes, but we came up with nothing. It was a hundred percent excellent contract, meaning so long as none of us had broken any rules, the contract was still legally binding. I got up to stretch tiredly and headed to the kitchen to get Marin and myself a beer.

Adele~ Detroit folded the contract and handed it back to me like a man passing a loaded pistol. “Make another copy,” he said, calm as always. “But with slightly different terms.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “You send him a contract review with soft terms – a three year contract instead of three months. As for when he breaches the contract, your thirty billion should be refunded.” He tapped the paper lightly. “However, when he comes to sign, he gets the real contract.”

"What's the matter?" "I think I have an Idea to help Violetta with her regression issue." I frowned but motioned for him to carry on. "This is a delicate idea and might not work; some may view it as unethical." "Tell me, Doctor," I said. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Have you ever heard of DDLG?" "DDLG?" No, I haven't." I said, wondering where this was going. "So DDLG stands for Daddy Dom Little Girl." He responded, my frown deepening. I really couldn't see where this was going.