The Billionaire's Entrapment: Bound By The Twin Contract นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am starting to tremble, my bones growing weak. Oh, Man! I hope she didn't screw you too! It would be such a pity! Such...a... pity! "Why? What did she do? And why am I here? Who are you and what is this place?" I query. "Everything is well explained in that contract." "Cont... what?"

Eve blurted out, interrupting her twin. Ava took her hands again, forcing her to stare into her eyes. "I have proof, Eve. I knew Alessandro would do everything to ensure that he got me pregnant, then he would take the babies from me and force me to give up the rights..." Eve pushed herself up, pulling her hands away from her sister's. "That's a lie, because he stipulated in the contract that if you got pregnant again, the baby would be aborted." Ava tilted her head to the side and shook her head. "I don't know the contract you saw, but it's probably fake."

She turned her full attention back to Raven, her gaze serious. "So for now, since you are the only one she acknowledges, please take good care of her. Her name is Thalia Ruelle. Those men that were here, both of them are billionaires. One is Mikael Vireaux and the other is known as Keith Callaghan. They are bigshots. Being involved in these matters is no easy feat." Raven felt the air leave his lungs. Billionaires. The word echoed in his head, painting a picture so far removed from his own simple life that it felt like a different universe. He was a baker. He dealt in flour and yeast, not corporate empires and family dynasties.

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how

I’d read the contract and It was brutally honest in its language, an agreement of submission laid out in ink. I didn’t want to be another plaything for some dangerous billionaire like Caesar and my skin prickled at the thought of signing my name to something that felt like surrender. And yet another part of me, angrier and lonelier, recognized what the contract offered, leverage. A way to humiliate Neven on the day of his engagement which is romorrow.

"Now, get me out of this cage. And don't call me unless it's strictly necessary." ​Liam merely nodded, a calm, victorious gesture. "The transaction is complete, Dr. Vance. Welcome to the new parameters." He tapped the console, and the sedan door silently unlocked, ready to release her back into the city, but everything had changed. She was free from debt, but she was now bound by the most restrictive, high-stakes contract of her life, a prisoner of The Residency Risk.

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.

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.”

She never really liked him and neither did Pandora, but the jerk was obsessed with Pandora. It made her wonder, if his search for Pandora was just because of the information she stole or something more. Everyone had always talked about his favoritism towards her, and maybe had it been for the clause in the contract that forbade any relationship between them, who knows where the boat could have carried the both of them. Mr. B knew that he had no choice than to give into her demands, the payment for betrayal was death as stipulated in the contract but for her he will make a change.

She sat on the edge of the mattress and stared at the locked door until dawn bled through the curtains. No one came. She didn't have her phone. Her bag was still in the service hallway. Her roommate would be wondering where she was. Rent was due in three days now. None of that mattered anymore. She was trapped in a billionaire's penthouse because she had a birthmark that matched his dead wife's. The lock clicked. Elara stood up fast, heart slamming. The door opened and a woman stepped in. She is older and severe. Her hair pulled back so tight it stretched her face. She wore a dress that cost more than Elara's entire wardrobe and held a garment bag over one arm.