Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Entrapment: Bound By The Twin Contract

“Consequences, Brielle. You knew the terms, hence jail time and full restitution. I'm getting every penny back.” I never thought my reckless words would become my reality. 'Jail time for breach of contract' – it sounded like a laughable, over-the-top threat to placate Mom. But now, Andrei's wielding it like a sword. Billionaire problems: when entitlement meets Insanity. That's what I'm dealing with right now. “What penny are you talking about?” “The compensation I provided for your consent to our marital contract.” “I became your wife without taking a dime. Recognize that.”

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."

Aziza – POV "The precious thing he gave up was you." The ringing in my ears intensified. Me? How does someone just... give a person away? What was this—the 18th century? I looked at Malcolm. Then Wilbet. They must’ve both lost their minds, because none of this made sense. “He gave me up?” I said slowly. “That’s rich, considering I don’t ever recall being his.” Malcolm tsked. “Ah, but my darling, you are. And I have you bound to me—legally and all. We’ve been drafting this contract for weeks now, haven’t we, Willy boy?”

Oh yeah, him. I was still a little stunned that billionaire Lucas Kiern had basically kidnapped me, dragged me stateside, and then offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse. One year of my companionship in exchange for clearing my pages-long list of cyber-crime warrants and shielding my family from any blowback. Plus a jaw-dropping pile of cash. The contract had been signed only days ago and, if I’m honest, it probably saved my life.

“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.

“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

She didn’t want to imagine how the situation would turn out with Finn. She slowly brushed away the beads of sweat tracing down her jaw, her fingers trembling. She had been contemplating whether it would be wise to tell Miller about their trip to Imani and the process it took. But that would mean they'd have to let Finn know in order to get his signature, but if Finn discovered their marriage had never been dissolved, his desperation would turn vicious. He would weaponize it, refusing to sign the papers just to keep her trapped — especially from marrying Miller. No.. She can't... Not when this contract was her only option to crawl out of the cage her ex and father placed her.

The kind of presence that bent attention without trying. Tall. Black tailored suit. Dark hair slightly damp from the rain outside. Sharp grey eyes scanning the room with detached disinterest. Everything about him looked expensive. Controlled. Dangerous. Women stared. Men straightened. One older businessman nearly abandoned his conversation mid-sentence just to shake his hand. Damien barely acknowledged any of them. He moved through the ballroom like someone entirely accustomed to power. Amara looked away quickly. Men like him belonged to another universe entirely. The billionaire paused near the center of the room while several executives gathered around him immediately. Their nervous laught

"My deal. The one I offered at the door. It's the only real one you've got. You side with me. You play the part of the perfect, grieving, loyal wife. We fought with my father. And in return, I handle your father's debt—the real one. I find out who they are, and I end it. Permanently." He held his hand out. "I can't protect you if you're not on my side. And I can't win against my father if he has a spy in my own house. So, what's it going to be?" This was it. There was no 'new deal.' This was the only deal. I looked at his outstretched hand. The hand of the man who had humiliated me. The man who had called me "nothing." The man who, by his own admission, had used my father's crisis against me