The Billionaire's Contract Pet Novels & Stories

​ “Yes, you will be! We’ll be in touch soon.” ​ “Good bye.” Emma hung up on the phone and sat with her thoughts. It was nice to bring joy to Conrad, Emma couldn’t lie to herself. Agreeing to this was more than that. She had to get out of the pet contract. Entering into a marriage agreement would get her out of the pet contract. While it wasn’t ideal, it was better than what she had. As Will’s wife, she wouldn’t have to hide their relationship in public. And he said he’d grant her one favor. She knew what she would ask for.

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending. “Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage” “Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce” I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect. I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake. “What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice. “Wake up! You need to see this” I said as I pointed the screen to his face. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through it.

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

Damon I tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating. I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.

"A billionaire needs someone who will act as his girlfriend when his family comes back from their trip." She also sat up and stared at me. An impish grin tugged at her lips. "So did you agree to the contract?" She asked. I frowned. "I didn't." She narrowed her eyes and looked at me confused. "You didn't see any pen to sign on the contract?" She asked and I chuckled. "I didn't want to sign, I don't know what to expect." "Well, you said the man is a billionaire so expect a lot of good things."

“He’s not supposed to get close enough to hurt me. It’s just a contract.” Valeria raised a brow. “You’re signing up to be the wife of a billionaire for three months, pretend or not. That’s not a contract, honey. That’s an emotional hunger game.” City lights smeared across the windshield like rivers of melted gold. Charles rode in the back of his black Bentley, quiet and dark, his face ghosting spindly in the glass. The contract was tucked under his coat like a cocked pistol. His jaw was set. Mind racing. Every possible loophole, risk, and proviso coursed through him like fire ants.

“How long do I have to work for you?’ Her patience running thin, she asked, biting her lip. She hated that he had to remind her about the auction. “For life, Ms. Baxter.” “No way!” She barked in outrage. Surely there is a validity clause in the contract to limit his ownership? “Yes, way. You are actually bound to me, Ms. Baxter.” Nico Bernardi pointed out. “Unless you will come up with triple the amount I paid you.” Her eyes grew large. “Three hundred million dollars for my freedom? Are you crazy? Where do I get the money?”

“It says it is in the papers you have in your hand. And there is your signature on it. Except you are ready to pay me 5 million dollars. Pay that and I will cancel the contract right here” “You are being ridiculous. If I had 5 million dollars, would I be here?” “That's why you should have read the contract. Well, like I said earlier. This will be your room” Now, I see a smirk on that handsome face of his. The handsome bastard is enjoying this.

THE END Dearest Readers, If you have gotten to this point then I must thank and also congratulate you for a job well done. The billionaire’s forever contract is in three parts and this is the ending of part 2 and the beginning of part 3 which will feature Diana Rodrigues; only daughter and spoilt brat of the Rodrigues family. Thank you once again for being here and another wild ride is promised. SNEAK PEEK INTO THE WORLD OF DIANA RODRIGUES [PART 3 OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S FOREVER CONTRACT]

Rage flashed in the leader's eyes, his breathing heavy. "Who the hell are you?" the leader spat, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. The stranger scowled and delivered another perfect punch. He leaned in, gripping the leader's neck from behind, making sure their faces were inches apart. "I'll do the talking. Don't test me," he warned, adjusting his glasses. Kyla watched, her mind thinking. "Who is this mysterious man?" The leader of the goons, now visible shaken, stammered, "Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars, plus fifty thousand in interest."