The Billionaire's Contract Pet Novels & Stories

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

She trailed off like she was waiting for me to fill in the blank. I already knew. “He wants to fuck me on retainer.” “More likely to own you on retainer,” she corrected, almost cheerfully. “Whenever, however, wherever he wants. Contracted. No romance, no bullshit feelings. Six months, maybe less. The last girl left with enough cash to buy a small European country.” I laughed, a little maniacal but you can't blame me. “You’re pimping me out to a billionaire sadist. This is the plot of bad p**n.”

“Though the contract stated, you'll be my servant for seven years. I'm ready to pay you for this entire year, even though we've been together for just four months. But on one condition?” “W…what will that be?” She asked as her voice trembled. “That you'll never show your face in this city again. I wouldn't want any disruption to the relationship I intend to build with Natasha. I also cannot risk my family finding out the truth about us. By tomorrow, I'll make arrangements to drive you to the airport, and for your payment, you will receive it before morning.” As he spoke, Emily couldn't see the man she'd fallen in love with. She was confused, the only man she could see was the cold billionair

I'm just a breeder. "Okay, I understand. But do I have to live in your room?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable and he looked at me with wide eyes. "Hell, no!" I let out a relieved breath hearing him. "Then it's okay with me." saying that I signed the contract and he handed me a bag filled with money. "There is $200,000 inside the bag." I looked up at him in shock. "Why are you giving me $200,000?" I asked him in utter disbelief.

My heart felt heavy, burdened with the weight of the decision I was about to make. As I turned away from the mesmerizing view, my eyes met the piercing gaze of a man who stood a few feet away. His presence was commanding, exuding confidence and power. I recognized him as Maxwell Steele, a rival billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and insatiable appetite for success. Maxwell approached me with a predatory smile, his voice dripping with charm. "Isabella, isn't it? A pleasure to finally meet the woman who has captivated the heart of Xander Bennett."

And right now, he was offering me a deal I couldn’t refuse. “Marry me,” he said, his voice deep and void of any emotion. “For one year. Sign this contract, and I will pay off all your family’s debts. I will also give you enough money to secure your future.” I stared at the papers on the table. My hands were shaking. “B-but… why me?” I stammered, looking up at him. “You are Damien Vane. You can have any woman you want. Why would you choose someone like me? Someone ordinary?”

Hence, as soon as she was in the privacy of her home, she brought out the file and the card he’d given to her. Firstly, she opened the file. She was no business expert but she was sure she could understand the language properly as she began reading through the terms of the contract. It stated that she’d have to be married to Benjamin for two years and during the period of their marriage, Benjamin was to sign off ten percent of the Davidson’s assets to her as a part of the contract. And even after divorce, he’d have no right to claim the assets he’d given to her. The more Lara read through the contract, the more it became obvious to her that this stranger must know a lot about the Davidson’s

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?”

For one strange second, real emotion slipped through the billionaire’s perfectly controlled mask. Gone almost immediately. “You’d be surprised,” he said quietly. The room fell silent again. Rain streaked across the massive windows while the city glittered beneath the storm like something beautiful drowning slowly. Amara looked down at the contract once more. Six months. Fake engagement. Public appearances. Rules. Confidentiality agreements. A life that didn’t belong to her. It should have been easy to reject. So why did it feel like fate had already made the decision for her? Damien placed a pen beside the contract.

I asked and that was enough to see 5he changes in his gaze as they darkened while he narrowed his gaze at me in a frightening way. I felt like running away from his gaze, but I knew that I couldn't go anywhere further. I barely know where I was in the first place. I only knew this was a big mansion owned by a billionaire. “I expect to get it by tomorrow. That was part of the contract, actually the main reason we need a contract. With you still holding that, makes difference from going against the contract and violating it. “No! I'll bring it to you tomorrow.” I said pleadingly.