The Billionaire's Contract Pet Novels & Stories

The shredded paper fell out of his hands like dead leaves. I stared at him in shock, “What? Why……why are you…..” “Because I fucking can.” He shot back, the sound of his voice thundering across the room. “I forced you to sign the contract. And now I’m canceling it. That’s it.” Something inside me cracked open, as though my breath had just been seized. “No.” My voice rose, desperate. “No, I’m not going anywhere. Don’t you get it, Kade Valen?…”

Only that counts. Blackwood, Damon Just the name caused her to shiver involuntarily. Everyone in the city knew him, the cold, merciless billionaire who used iron fists to build his empire. Their participation had been planned for years, whispered in elite social circles, but he had never once acknowledged her presence. just a contract; nothing more. No flowers, no proposals, no softly worded pledges. Just a legal agreement tying her to a man who had not even bothered to show up for his own engagement announcement.

He heard her breath hitching. “I-I know how sex works, thank you. I was referring to the pet part,” she stuttered, making him smile. “Of course you do,” he said, sitting down on the table and picking up his drink. “We would write a contract, stating that for three years, a year per million, you would be my pet. The contract would outline your duties and my responsibilities and by the end of the contract, your family’s debt would be considered paid in full,” he told her.

The heading is printed in stark black letters: EXCLUSIVE OWNERSHIP CONTRACT I stare at it, biting the inside of my cheek because that’s the only option I have since I can’t take this bastard in a fight. “What the hell? I’m not a pet. You can’t just—ownership? What does that even—” “Look at the number.” He interrupts before I can finish talking. I do, and my eyes widen so much it feels as though they’re about to fall right out of their sockets. FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS WEEKLY?!

“Explain.” “There’s a contract. A professional. Not one of the Zorya’s usual blunt instruments. This one is… elegant. A specialist in making problems disappear without a trace. Suicides, accidents, sudden, tragic illnesses.” Rico’s eyes were hard. “The contract isn’t for Marcus. It’s for your billionaire.” The coffee arrived. Rico ignored it. Sabe’s hand, resting on the table, curled into a fist so tight his knuckles turned white. “Who?” The word was a blade.

“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.

So as I am fidgeting at the back trying to see if my attempt can go unnoticed, I hear as Damian carries on speaking to Grant, he places the phone on speaker so that Sophia can get her own wicked pleasure in listening to it as well. "What do you want," I hear Grant as he is clearly shaken up coming from the other end. "Money, what else?" Damian growls at him from deep in his chest. I think this is the only time that he will ever to be able to act like a man, a fucking dead man, as soon as I get loose here. "How much do you want?" And I know that he is now going to come to some ridiculous amount that I know that Grant won't have. "Thirty-eight million."

I wanted to ask him questions, but I don't know how to start. “What is your work? I’m almost a week in your mansion, however, I don't know your job,” I asked him. He stopped eating and looked at me. “Have you read the contract you signed? You don't have the right to ask me about my personal life. All you need to do is to act as my wife. I don't care if it's in public or private places. Just act. Simple as that.” I shut my mouth. He continued eating while I lost my appetite already. Is it too big of a deal for him to answer it? Why doesn't he just tell me that he's a billionaire? I didn't even read the contract he gave me that night. I just signed it. How the hell would I know what was writte

He heard her breath hitching. “I-I know how sex works, thank you. I was referring to the pet part,” she stuttered, making him smile. “Of course you do,” he said, sitting down on the table and picking up his drink. “We would write a contract, stating that for three years, a year per million, you would be my pet. The contract would outline your duties and my responsibilities and by the end of the contract your family’s debt would be considered paid in full,” he told her. Zane didn’t expect Ava to take him up on his offer. But he enjoyed playing with her, the way she reacted to his presence gave him a kick and he desperately wanted to know what she looked like under those baggy clothes, how she

he said coolly, "I'm about to give you the chance to repay me." My heart raced. "What?" I asked, confusion flooding my voice. "It's a contract," he explained. "I clear off your debts, and you become my... pet." My jaw dropped, my breath hitched. "Pet?" I could barely comprehend the word. "What are you talking about?" The room fell into an unsettling silence, the weight of his proposition settling on me like a heavy, suffocating fog, leaving me speechless and trembling.