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

, Daniel smiled "Look here Mr. Billionaire, I don't understand a thing. If you wanted a relationship advisor, then you would have gotten the best one's here in Canada, why pick an actress?" "I picked you for a reason Kelly, and I thought maybe with you around, I'll be able to be a man with her, but I was wrong. I don't know, but there's something special about you that makes me complete, Kelly, I really don't know what it is." She looked at him with dumbfoundment. "And what if I decide not to help you?", Kelly smiled threateningly at him. "Remember the rules of our Contract marriage, ma'am?, you are to do my bidding and never go against me else I have the right to imprison you for as long as

I took my seat back on the chair, no longer feeling strong to stand. "You planned this all along, didn't you?" I calculated everything Alex ever did, and now it was all making sense. Roman good behavior, Alex was offering me so much money. Vanessa return. It was all part of his plan. I laughed at my stupidity. I perhaps was looking like a nut case, but who cares? I am accused of trapping a billionaire in a marriage contract, and the funny thing was I am now liable to pay him the same amount because he filed a case in court against me for defamation.

“Of course not. I’m sure it will be devastating for you. Hormones, oxytocin, carrying someone inside you, and then leaving… It’ll mess you up, and I’m happy to include counseling in the offer. I fully expect you to have a host of emotions about giving up a child. I just don’t want you falling in love with me.” I eyed him through my lashes, nose curling. “There’s absolutely no chance of that.” Right then, he was irritating, blindly self-consumed, and the arrogant billionaire I’d expected him to be upon first meeting. How blind could he be to ask me to give him a baby? Like I could just surrender…

Onyx looked up as one of the bodyguards entered the booth. "Speak, Elio!" Onyx snarled. "It turns out that Theron Corbin was here, sir. The paparazzi were here following him, and he had left just moments before you arrived!" In annoyance, Onyx ran his hand through his hair and dismissed the bodyguards. He took a seat in front of Ophelia on the chair. "Whose Theron?" Onyx sighed as she inquired. "Some jerk of a billionaire." Ophelia raised her brow as he informed her.

It was the same reason they were in this situation. If they hadn’t allowed their business arrangement to become sexual, she wouldn’t be dealing with the billionaire in the first place. Their contract could have ended cleanly and they’d have gone their separate ways without care for the other but here they were, revolving around each other just because of one simple mistake and she was already falling into that cycle again.

So he puts it on speaker for me to hear as well. "Mr. Knighley. It seems that today is your lucky day." "Oh, please do explain to me how the day you kidnap my daughter has become my lucky day." The kidnapper goes silent for a few seconds; in the background, I can hear someone talk to him; it is an oddly familiar voice that I cannot quite place at the moment. But putting that to the back of my mind, I listen to the kidnapper carry on, "Eight million, that is our offer. Eight-million, and you get your daughter."

My hand hesitated as I opened the drawer where I had kept the contract. “You’re coming with me,” I whispered, slipping it carefully into the suitcase. I wasn’t willing to take the risk of leaving it behind. My phone pinged. A message from Henry. "Are you ready?" I scoffed at the screen but grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs. He was already waiting, standing by the door, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be taking you there,” he murmured. A snide remark hovered on my tongue, but then I hesitated. Henry wasn’t just my captor in all this—he was a victim too.

I wouldn’t lie, he looked like a total snack and I wished I could have some of him alongside this breakfast. Come on, Emma! “What do you think about me, Mi Reina? You believe all I know how to do is break bones and make threats?” Well, if we were being honest, that was exactly all I thought about Zane. A ruthless mafia boss and the CEO of a multi billion dollars fintech company. And a heartbreaker playboy too. “Don’t feel too much of yourself.” I waved him off and resumed eating again. Zane chuckled again before he continued. “Anyway, there’s a black tie event tomorrow at Twin City. We’re both attending.”

Xander steps out, still in his tuxedo pants and white shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking like sin and victory wrapped in one devastating package. “You moved my things without my permission?” I demand, voice shaking with fury. He loosens his bow tie slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “Everything in this penthouse is mine, Sophia. Including you for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.” “I am not your property.” He walks toward me with that lazy, predatory stride. “The contract says otherwise. Same bed. Same roof. Same last name.” His gaze drops to the diamond weighing down my finger. “And that ring says the whole world knows it now.”

She sighed. “It’s a long story.” “Then start talking.” For the next twenty minutes, Tatiana explained. Not everything. Not Lucien’s guilt. Not the accident. But enough. The contract marriage. Her siblings. Miranda. The threats. The protection. The symbol. The photo. By the time she finished, Adrian looked furious. Not shocked. Not confused. Furious. “You’re living with him?” Tatiana frowned. “Technically.” “You signed a marriage contract with a billionaire you barely know?”