The Billionaire's Contract Pet の小説・ストーリー

Gordons smirked as he clicked his two fingers together as hefty men barged into Richie’s office with brown boxes in their hands. Taken aback by their entrance, Richie turned to face Gordons. “Hey, what’s happening?” “Ah, nothing much”. Gordons replied with a smile. “I’m just taking back all the electricals LRC gave BVD” “What?”. Richie questioned astonished. “You can’t do that” “I can and I just did. You should have read the contract before signing it”. Gordons said rising up to his feet. “Goodluck proving yourself now to your grandfather.”

Probably the old man have not called her yet. "So do you get the contract?" She asked immidately. "Ofcourse I did" I said and threw the files on her table carelessly. "What's that about?"She asked faking ignorance. "Are you always like this?" I asked with the little patient in me. "Like what? Do you know who Mr lawal is?,He is the richest billionaire aside Mr Brown here and overseas" She said sitting down on her seat. "So you want me to give my body to that,old cargo because of contract they doesn't worth it? You see if it were to be young handsome dude I will say maybe you wanted me to find my Mr right but that old one with bald head? I laugh ironically.

”If you’ll excuse me…” “No doubt he swept you off your feet, being a billionaire and all that goes with it,” Alicia mocked as Erin hastily stowed the notebook and pen in her bag. “But let me tell you he’s a strait-laced bastard who wants his pound of flesh unblemished, so better give up any dirty little habits you have if you want to hang onto him.” Curiosity got the better of Erin’s sense of discretion.”I don’t know what you mean,” tripped off her tongue.

“Humph, I’m sorry then. But can you just imagine us living in a place like this soon?” “What?” “Ah,” sighed Vicky. “As soon as the Watson agree to our contract, we will be standing side by side with him with that business of yours.” Megan overhearing their conversation sneered wickedly. She said, “I agree. As soon as the Mr. Watson sign the contract with you, you will be the next billionaire, standing next to him.” Joshua nodded his head in excitement. “I’m ready to see him too.” “Yes, same here,” said Vicky. Waving to some random people who was actually waving at the people behind her.

He turned to leave when Opula said, “Name your price. Everything has a price even the devil goes after the soul that is his price.” Doctor Bernard let a lopsided smile to decorate his face, “Now you are talking. Unlike the devil I am after the money …” “How much?” Opula interposed him and seethed in anger, “Name your price and I will pay you right away. Hundred thousand dollars, five hundred thousand dollars…one million dollars…one point two…” “Not anymore. I have outgrown those peanuts,” Doctor Bernard said and threatened her with those fierce eyes, “I want forty percent of the two billion dollars contract…”

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

"No children ever. I won't bring a kid into this mess." "Agreed. I'll add mandatory birth control to the contract." I exhaled slowly. This was really happening. I was negotiating the terms of my own sexual servitude like it was a fucking job contract. "Sign here," Cassian said, pointing to the bottom of the final page. "And initial each page." I picked up the pen. My hand trembled slightly as I signed my name. Sophia Cole Winters. Cassian signed under me: Cassian Mikhail Devine.

Somewhere emptier. "Hey, freak." The words cut through like rusty metal. Connor James. All jawline and swagger, his letterman jacket stretched like armor over his shoulders. His cologne hung around him like fog. He grinned—like he enjoyed that she would not fight back. From her position in front, Reina didn't lift her gaze from her phone.

It had burned through my skin, settling deep in the pit of my stomach, a lingering warmth that had terrified me. Slowly, Peter stood up straight, pulling back from the island and smoothing down the front of his immaculate black shirt. The lethal predator vanished, tucked back away behind the polished, icy mask of the billionaire CEO. "We're done here," he said, his voice dropping back into its usual bored, indifferent cadence. "The contract stays on the counter. You have until Sunday evening to sign it and d******d the application. If you choose not to comply, I will simply find other, more intrusive ways to ensure your safety. Ways that you will like significantly less."

“And I’m not marrying anyone but the woman named in the contract.” A small smile touched her lips before she drifted off. Downstairs, Carter waited with fresh coffee. “You’ve got it bad, brother. Never seen you go this hard for anyone.” Roman took the cup. “She’s mine by contract. And now by choice. The Ashworths picked the wrong fight.” His phone buzzed. A message from his head of security: “Prints back. Both men worked for a shell company linked to Griffin Hale.” Roman’s grip tightened on the phone. The war had officially started.