The Billionaire's Alpha's Contract Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“How do you know that? You can’t say things like this, Penny!” “But it feels like he’s in love!” She heaved sigh. “Listen, it’s just the both of us, okay? No one needs to know—except Louise and Kita but that’s fine because we’re all in the same anti-Mia club.” “No,” I said with a shake of the head. “There is nothing between the Alpha and I, I promise you.” “So you’re not sleeping with him?” “No, I’m most definitely not sleeping with him! If I was, eh won’t be here in my working place, would he? He just came for a checkup, that’s all.”

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

“She brings the money and status our pack needs. Together, we are untouchable.” A cold numbness spread through my body. The room began to spin. He hadn’t just broken my heart—he had shattered it on live television while the world cheered. He treated our entire year of love like a dirty little secret that never existed. “I heard her father is a billionaire,” another office girl whispered, sipping her tea. “An Alpha needs a rich woman beside him, not some poor wolfless nobody who just handles the paperwork.” Their words stung like slaps, but I kept my face blank. For three years I had stayed up until midnight fixing their messy accounting books to save their jobs. This was how they repaid me.

Did I just meet the ruthless billionaire, I use to hear of him but I never saw him, John talks about him even Chloe "Noooo….somebody should wake me up" I muttered fanning myself "Did I just propose to the ruthless billionaire mogul" "ALPHA WANE"

I stepped toward the kneeling mercenary, my shadow falling over him like an executioner's blade. "You have five seconds before I feed your limbs to the northern wolves," I said, my voice dead, quiet, and venomous. "Who signed the contract on Rosemarie Wilton?" The man swallowed hard, spitting a mouthful of red onto the parquet floor, trembling violently under my Alpha aura. "We... we didn't get the order from an Alpha!" the man stammered, his voice cracking with terror. "It was an offshore broker! Five hundred thousand dollars... wired straight into our offshore shell accounts from a private trust in the southern valley!"

I had to lead by example. As I reached the Alpha’s office, I could hear some commotion on the inside. It was Alec and his father, and they did not seem happy. I bet they have just finished reading the contract that I gave them. I knocked on the door out of courtesy and opened it to look at the two furious alphas. “Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?” Alpha Cory asked as he approached me, waving the papers around. “What do you mean? It is a contract that states what we talked about. I get Iris, and in exchange, you have more land and money,” I said calmly.

My other hand rests on the bar, caging her. “Problem here?” I ask the man, voice ice. He pales. “No, Mr. Voss. Just congratulating your beautiful wife.” “She doesn’t need your congratulations.” I press my hardening cock against her ass discreetly. “She has everything she needs right here.” The man excuses himself fast. Sophia elbows me lightly. “Jealous, Voss? I thought this was all fake.” I nip her earlobe. “Nothing about you is fake to me anymore. That contract says one year. But this…” I slide my hand lower, dangerously close to slipping under the slit of her dress, “this is real. You’re real. And I don’t share what’s mine.”

Once, I’d believed that that knowledge alone would be enough to bring him down, but the reality of it was that it wasn’t, because it didn’t change the fact that I was still one, wolfless woman, in the face of an Alpha with an army at his command. “But there’s still a lot of things I have to put in place, so I’ll need time.” He added, and I nodded in agreement. It was no small feat, a mission like this would take a whole lot of planning and that meant time. “Once, I’d been… naïve enough to believe that offering myself as your mistress is payment enough,” I admitted, my thoughts trailing back to the beautiful woman he’d walked in with—Rosalia. Suddenly his earlier words felt less an insult, be

She sighed. “It’s a long story.” “Then start talking.” For the next twenty minutes, Tatiana explained. Not everything. Not Lucien’s guilt. Not the accident. But enough. The contract marriage. Her siblings. Miranda. The threats. The protection. The symbol. The photo. By the time she finished, Adrian looked furious. Not shocked. Not confused. Furious. “You’re living with him?” Tatiana frowned. “Technically.” “You signed a marriage contract with a billionaire you barely know?”

"You come into my place of business, you scream like a petulant child in front of my staff, and you demand that I compromise a billion-dollar deal so you can go shopping on Bond Street and brag to your friends?" "Alpha, I only meant—" "I don't care what you meant!" he cut her off, his eyes flashing like lightening. "This is not a vacation. This is not a debutante ball. This is the Bradley Group, and I am the Alpha King. You are my fiancée because of a contract and a promise I am struggling to keep, but do not—ever—mistake that for a license to interfere with my work." "I am your future wife!" she cried, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "I have rights!"