The Billionaire's Entrapment: Bound By The Twin Contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Fine… it was Julian Valentino.” Gigi froze. “Julian Valentino? You mean the Holy Billionaire?” “The very one. I was locked in with him for the entire protocol. I walked away with $160,000 and an exclusive deal.” Gigi’s jaw dropped. "The Saint? Thalia, they say he hasn't touched a woman in years. They say he’s made of ice." "Actually, he’s not ice," Thalia whispered, the memory of his touch making her skin prickle. "He’s fire.”

he starts to say, but I interrupt him. "I gave birth to them." I argue weakly, causing the man to chuckle. "It seems you do not understand the contract you signed, young woman. Whatever rights you think you have were taken away the moment you signed the document, and you are now owing me two billion dollars for breaching the contract or facing a legal battle with my team of lawyers." Hearing Ethan's harsh words makes me feel helpless over and over again. How could I even pay such an amount or even hire a lawyer? All I wanted was to get close to the twins,even if it meant watching them from a distance.

Five years ago, Janice Soto stepped into her dying twin sister’s life to keep Eden Duncan from falling apart. Pretending to be the woman he loved was supposed to be temporary, a final promise made in a hospital room filled with goodbye and grief. But somewhere between borrowed kisses, late-night silences, and the life they built together, Eden fell for the wrong sister without ever knowing the truth. When the deception finally shattered, it didn’t just destroy them, it nearly killed him. And before Eden could wake up and face what she had done, Janice disappeared carrying the one secret that belonged to both of them. Now she is back in New York, stronger, colder, and no longer willing to l

she blinked rapidly. Then her eyes widened in shock. “Don't tell me it's billionaire Damon Masters??” I nodded positively. “My biggest opponent in the business world” I told her. She clasped her hand over her mouth in shock. “And I was suspecting Albert. It's something he's capable of doing” she said. “You're wrong.” “But why?? Why would his personal assistant threaten me?” She asked. “The contract would have gone to Damon Masters if you hadn't agreed to marry me. He's legally and happily married and had all the criteria it takes to bag the contract” I explained to her.

When he got tired of stringing Bronton along, he dumped him on his father's doorstep. The meeting had been successful, now it was time to go back and meet his soon to be bride. Despite being a business mogul who commanded every room he entered, he was a bit anxious. He did not what he was signing up for. At least in businesses , there were contracts and money to be exchanged. He was going in this blind and with no experience. He just hoped that the girl was presentable and had a little bit of a brain. He would pay for any make-over that she needed.

CEO, Vance International. "It’s a contract, Sienna. Purely professional," he continued. "One year. I provide the protection, the lifestyle, and the resources to ensure Liam Thorne never wins another contract in this city. You provide the image." Sienna looked at her bare feet again, then at the man sitting across from her. He was a stranger, but he was offering the one thing nobody else would: a way to fight back. "I need another drink," Sienna said, reaching for her glass.

“Fair. Jake’s out of town now. I’ll come get you. We’ll eat heartbreak ice cream and curse Chad with genital warts.” “I can’t.” “What? Why?! Where are you?” A flush sounded in the background—great, she’d been on the toilet the whole time. “I’m in a billionaire’s house,” I muttered. “What?” “You heard me. I called the number on that black card Ms. Sinclair gave me.” I looked around the luxurious room again like it might vanish. “I signed a contract. Thirty days. One million dollars.” A long pause. “Oh my God,” she finally said. “I always thought I’d be the slut between us.”

As soon as he's done, she can't hold back the relief of feeling her limbs free again, moaning. "What a beautiful sound, Elena," he says in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I wonder what else I'll be able to do with you when all this is finally settled." Valentina returns with a clipboard and pen in one hand. Evan and James, still standing, smile at her. Elena says nothing, just continues to stare at them, utterly defeated... and curious. It is the blue-eyed billionaire who says then: "Let's draw up your contract, our little pet."

“What do I get in return?” “Nothing.” “I'm not signing myself into slavery for nothing, Mr Altair.” I snarled, if I was going to do this then I have to at least get something. And if this would stall him long enough to disappear with the twins, then I would do it, before he decided to go after my family on a whim. He hummed, placing his hand under his chin as he thought for a while, “Hundred million at the end of the contract.” He replied.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to something raw, almost… pleading. "Please." His breath hitched. "I swear I won’t bother you again. Just—don’t go, okay?" And then—just like that—he disappeared. For real this time. But not without one last trick up his sleeve. Billion-dollar contracts started showing up at my door. All from him. I took them. Every. Single. One. Because what kind of idiot would I be if I turned down the chance to make money just because of Vincent? He didn’t deserve that kind of power over me.