Roman Reigns Contract Novels & Stories

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

"We can’t do that, sir. Her contract has already been signed and any breach would result in compensation to her every month. A hundred million dollars every month." "What? Who even prepared such a stupid contract," Nikolai blinked once, as if afraid he hadn't gotten it clear. Roman swallowed, his eyes cast on the ground and Isabella held her breath. She had suggested that the contract be prepared that way. Nikolai’s eyebrow twitched. "You said a hundred million per month?" he asked slowly, his brows furrowing. "Yes, sir," Roman squeaked. Nikolai stared at him as if contemplating whether throwing his assistant out the window would be legally considered murder or self-defence

Everything was as it should have been. The contract was signed so all the bullshit was going to stop. The moment she actually read the contract of course. Roman looked at the copy of the contract that had been placed on the side of his desk. Last night had been a dickish move, and this morning, taking her like that had been completely unnecessary. But the first thing he had seen when he had opened his eyes was her stunning face and... Well, he wasn't a monk. He could be forgiven for continuing the charade even after he's gotten what he had gone there for.

Because for the first time, he wanted to know and Roman did not like wanting. The car door shut with a solid thud, cutting off the last of the Sinclair estate. Roman slid into the backseat beside Elena, his phone already in hand, his voice clipped as he barked orders. “Drafts aren’t good enough. I want the final contract ready on my desk in one hour. Every clause airtight, every loophole burned. Do you understand?” The line crackled as his lawyer stammered out an agreement. Roman’s gaze remained cold and fixed ahead, his long fingers tapping once against his knee as the city blurred past the tinted windows.

Aylin felt a chill run down her spine, but she didn't look away. Roman looked at her with that dark intensity that always disarmed her. “If that's not enough, I'll put it in writing.” His tone dropped to a dangerous hoarseness. “I'll sign a contract where, if I don't comply, I'll make you the richest woman on the planet.” Aylin let out a sarcastic laugh. “And then it won't matter how legal it is?” Roman gave a lethal half-smile. “Exactly.” Aylin pressed her lips together, her gaze sweeping over Roman's face, looking for some crack, some hint of mockery or manipulation. But she found nothing, nothing but pure determination. And damn it, that terrified her more than anything else.

I told him everything— well, except the contract—the deal I made with the handsome devil. He eyed me for a while before he spoke. “What do you think?” “What I think doesn’t matter. I feel like I am using him.” “So does he. But for a short time I’ve known Rome, he’s not the guy who uses women for a business deal. Give him some time.” “What’s the contract all about?” “Housing project, and he’s going to fund the biggest football dome in the country with a ten-year contract.” “Wow.” “So, is it worth it?”

The only Heir of one of the most powerful families of the country. However, that fact didn't faze Foren as her attention was on his age. He was sixteen? That meant he was two years older than her and most of them. Why? It's either he was dumb and had to repeat years or he was just really a spoiled brat who was forced to attend school as he believed that he didn't have to study for he could live his whole life without working at all. Rockwells were that wealthy. Foren frowned at the thought.

"I wondered if my dear old dad would rather offer up Rosa or just let everything burn." Dante's hand, which had been raised in anger, hung frozen in the air. I ignored it and strode over to the long wooden table with grace, slamming down the "Severance Agreement" I had prepared with a satisfying thud. "If you're going to throw me to the wolves, you better make it worth my while. 50 million dollars. The moment that contract is signed and the cash hits my offshore account, I'm in with the Romanos tonight." Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps.

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

Mark pointed out the obvious, and Alex's eyes darted towards him. “She will have to, and that is why there will be a written contract which she will be signing so that later on in the future, I won’t have to deal with such nauseating dramas.” He rolled his eyes, and Mark carefully watched his friend, who seemed determined to do what he wanted to. He shrugged in defeat, having nothing to say anymore as it was of absolutely no use. Alex was going to have his ways and would never stop for anyone, and that is who Alexander Ian was.