Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Contract Pet

“Fair. Jake’s out of town now. I’ll come get you. We’ll eat heartbreak ice cream and curse Chad with genital warts.” “I can’t.” “What? Why?! Where are you?” A flush sounded in the background—great, she’d been on the toilet the whole time. “I’m in a billionaire’s house,” I muttered. “What?” “You heard me. I called the number on that black card Ms. Sinclair gave me.” I looked around the luxurious room again like it might vanish. “I signed a contract. Thirty days. One million dollars.” A long pause. “Oh my God,” she finally said. “I always thought I’d be the slut between us.”

“Please tell the council, in your own words, the sequence of events that led to your signing of the contract with Mr. Kingstone.” Elena inhaled. Her voice steadied when she found the rhythm of truth. “My brother was sick. The hospital canceled his surgery because I couldn’t pay. I—” She stopped, the image of Ethan under the thin hospital blanket sharp in her mind. “I went to Kingstone Enterprises to plead for help. I met Mr. Kingstone. He offered a contract: one year of marriage in exchange for funds to pay for Ethan’s operation. I agreed because I had no other option. I read the document. I signed it in front of witnesses.” A member of the council raised a hand. “Who were the witnesses?”

The female lead personally went to the pet shop to pick out the cat her uncle likes best! [A large part of why the male lead likes the female lead is because of her cat-like features. Who would've guessed that the calm and composed man is actually an ailurophile?] "Sign the contract if you're willing." The man's cool, slightly deep voice pulled me out of the dense barrage of floating comments. I lowered my head. My eyes locked onto the words '440 grand per year' on the contract. '440 grand.' I pressed down on my hairline. My two fluffy ears were about to pop out from sheer excitement. My eyes sparkled as I nodded frantically.

I respected that. David Chen stood by the window, arms crossed. He'd argued against this plan for two hours last night, calling it reckless and insane. He wasn't wrong, but I was out of options. "I need a wife." Emma blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" "Not a real wife. A contractual one. One year, public appearances only, living in my penthouse to maintain the illusion. In exchange, I'll pay you two million dollars and clear all your debts immediately." The color drained from her face. "Is this a joke?"

Serena Vale stood in the center of the penthouse, the city glittering behind her through floor-to-ceiling windows, heart hammering in her chest. She’d signed the contract. One week. Three billionaires. No rules except consent. She’d needed the money, desperately. Her mother’s hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves, and the offer had been impossible to ignore. They hadn’t just wanted someone pretty. They’d wanted someone who wouldn’t run. Someone who could take it. Someone who’d break a little and like it. The first to appear was Dorian Blackwell. All tailored black silk, eyes like sharpened obsidian, jaw cut from power. He walked toward her slowly, like a man used to being obeyed wit

" What?" A frown settled on my face as I tried taking in the CEOs words. What in the world was he talking about? I must have heard him wrong or perhaps, he was playing a prank on me. Yes, that must be it. " I think I am speaking in a human language, Miss Smith. I am hiring you as my personal assistant and that means I want you to be my wife. We will sign a contract, the duration of this contract is one year. After that, our contract will become void." Justin explained, his playful smile all gone and replaced with a serious face.

The Deal Abby Pov It had never occurred to me that it would get to this point. But here I was in front of him—the man who could rule entire world with a single wave of his hand—and his presence filled me with a sense of fear. Now what ? What did he want from me ? The billionaire tycoon, Nathaniel Blackwood the relentless driving force behind Blackwood Enterprises looked at me with the icy disinterest he reserved for people he considered unimportant. Yes I was, Abby McCann was, I was just an ordinary baker.

No one hurt, no one damaged. “Move in with you? I need to get a job as soon as possible, I have bills to pay me Billionaire” I shot at him. “I’ll have that all covered,” he said with a straight face. “I’ll send you 50,000 dollars after the contract is signed. No strings attached!” He added coldly, walked towards me and asked. “Deal or no deal?” A sigh escaped my lips and I just nodded gently. “Deal.”

He stopped making her pause at her place too. "This is ridiculous. Ridiculous is what your are doing. You were trying to seduce me with all those messages and since I came to meet you but now you are acting ignorant. Fine. If that's what you want. I should start finding a wife for me." He warned her who blinked slowly. "Also, you are in debt of a lot of money..." He wanted to tell her about the contract they made while San chuckled sheepishly as she hugged his arm. The only thing that could make her worship Gael was the contract.

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX