Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Contract Pet

He was entirely unaware that his discarded wife had just evolved into an apex predator with a billion – pound war chest and a private army. To catch a billionaire rat, I needed a rat of my own. Someone who knew exactly how to chew through the complex legal wiring of high finance. "Franco," I said, not taking my eyes off the ocean. "I’ve changed my mind. Cancel the medical transport to London." On the floor, Brent let out a pathetic, whimpering sound. He buried his face in his hands. He thought I was going to have him killed right there on the glass – strewn tiles.

"Well, I’m guessing you won't be needing your old pharmacy job anymore. The job I have for you tonight is enough to pay your mum's bills, clear your debts to me, and leave you with enough to live like a queen for years." "I’m guessing it’s very dangerous then," Freya said, her suspicion growing. "Not too dangerous," Mr. Grant replied, pulling out a file full of photos. "Miss Freya, I present to you: The Seduction Contract." "What does that even mean?" "All you need to do is pretend to be someone and get something I need," he said, spreading out photos of a young man. He was striking - handsome, but with eyes that looked like they had seen too much blood. "This is Darlington Knight. The most

Heaven___ The message was delivered instantly. No reply. I dropped the phone on the couch beside me like I was scared of what would pop out of my screen. “He hasn’t even seen it yet,” Faye said, though her voice sounded scared. She began pacing in the room, which was giving me anxiety. “Billionaires don’t respond to texts immediately, so can you stop pacing? You are freaking me out.” Minutes passed by. My phone still hadn’t beeped, and my laptop screen was still fixed on the scholarship page, fingers tempted to click on the apply button.

I have so much to tell you about that cute guy from the first floor. My hands shook as I texted back. Rain check? Dealing with some family stuff. What family stuff? Is Alex okay? Yeah it's just some... other stuff. I'll tell you later. I promise. My response was lame and I knew it. But I was too stressed to think of a good excuse. Besides, Mara could smell my lies from a mile away anyway. And even though I hated not telling her everything that had happened, what was the alternative? Actually, Mara, a billionaire showed up at my door last night and threatened to kill someone if I didn't sign this contract to marry him, and now I'm delivering mysterious packages to journalists.

“Godwin Railroad must stay in the family. I’m in need of an heir Miss Dubois, preferably a son. I’m willing to pay you two million dollars upon the birth of my healthy heir which you will produce.” Amberleigh burst out laughing. She couldn’t help herself. But by the pissed off holier than thou expression on the billionaire’s face, she soon realized it hadn’t been a joke. “You’re fuckin’ serious?” she asked in disbelief. He sighed, “Deadly serious Miss Dubois. As per the contract you will have one year’s time to either have produced me a healthy heir or have a viable pregnancy. If you have fallen pregnant in one year, the contract will be extended until the time you give birth to the child.

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

The crew didn’t dare question him or try to help Sienna but pretended nothing unusual was happening. “You agreed to this contract, Sienna. Now stop whining, or should I pull all my funds for your brother’s health care?” The billionaire asked and strapped her into the chair. “No,” Sienna replied and decided to stop fighting. It was going to be a long flight.

"First, I need a wife because I don't want to hear anymore nags from my old man. Second, with our family connections, we will be of great benefits to each other. And lastly, I need someone to ward off marriage talks. I'm sure you were forced to marry someone out of your will thus, in this contract, you and I can be free of our problems temporarily." Caleb spoke like a businessman who only babbled about the benefits. "What do I get?" Of course, she was also well versed with business talks. "A fee of 20 billion dollars after the contract ends two years later and some properties. I can also reserve you a place in our company as one of our top shareholders." Actually, it was more than enough. Bu

Đảo mắt nhìn xung quanh, cô gái trẻ nheo mắt rồi từ tốn hỏi con rắn đen đang cúi mình trên thanh sắt: "Nguyên chủ lần này là tội phạm?" [ Không ] Một âm thanh máy móc đáp lại lời nói của cô. "Vậy đây là gì?". Ý của cô ấy là hỏi tại sao cô ấy lại bị nhốt ngay khi vừa mở mắt. [Chủ nhân ban đầu là một con chim hoàng yến, một kho báu trong lồng. Và cô ấy là một tội nhân]

But once said, they couldn’t be taken back. “Um… I don’t think you’d want a stranger in your house anymore,” she said nervously. “That is for me to decide,” he replied coolly. So he wasn’t backing down. Not even after that. “I’m sorry,” she said firmly. “You’ve got the wrong girl.” “I’ll make it twenty-five million.” Nicole’s jaw dropped. Wide open. This couldn’t be real. This only happened in movies.