The Contract Book Novels & Stories

Hence, as soon as she was in the privacy of her home, she brought out the file and the card he’d given to her. Firstly, she opened the file. She was no business expert but she was sure she could understand the language properly as she began reading through the terms of the contract. It stated that she’d have to be married to Benjamin for two years and during the period of their marriage, Benjamin was to sign off ten percent of the Davidson’s assets to her as a part of the contract. And even after divorce, he’d have no right to claim the assets he’d given to her. The more Lara read through the contract, the more it became obvious to her that this stranger must know a lot about the Davidson’s

(Isabella’s POV) “I’ve drawn up the contract,” Santiago says “I went ahead and signed in the appropriate places for my part. The paperwork is at my place. Are you comfortable going there and signing?” Santiago asks me. I agree and he drives us there…fast. Contractors are busy working while furniture is being delivered. “I have an office we can do this in, not near as loud,” he says nonchalantly. “Sure, okay,” I say. “So, you’re renovating?”

I said, sitting down and pulling a folded piece of paper from my inner pocket and sliding it across the table to him. He looked at the paper. He looked at me. He picked it up. I watched him read it and I watched his face move through several expressions in quick succession, surprise, calculation, the specific quality of interest that appeared on Reuel's face when something landed in front of him that he had not expected and that he was trying to figure out how to use. "A contract bonding," he said. "A contract bonding," I said. "On paper. Public. Formal enough that every wolf in the Seven Pack territory knows about it. Temporary, with terms I have already outlined on the second page."

I'll pull a Shade and tell them when they need to know. "What was that?" Kiran asked curiously as we closed the bookshelf door. "It's a shadow book. It contains the shadow contracts. The page that opened when I stepped closer was my contract with Shade." I explained only what I needed to. "I didn't know you had to contract them. I thought you were just born with them." He pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking pensively. "Honestly, I didn't know either until this past week. Although I just learned how it's done today, thanks to you." I squeezed his hand, glad his little quest to find a hidden room paid off.

She noticed a similar dragon tattoo at the left side of their heads, it ran down to the back of their ears, she had spotted it on the handsome stranger too. Her eyes moved from her captor to his guards, then her captor again. With every second she spent in this room, she was plunged deeper in the whirlpool of confusion and frustration. "Con...contract? What contract?" The man leered at her, tactically ignoring her question. “Here it is sir.” She heard a deep voice say and turning to face the guard, her eyes were fixed on the large black book in his hands. It was so big that it covered a huge part of his hands.

And to fulfill all that she needed Dominic's power and influence. Later that day, she summoned her closest advisors to the estate’s study. The room was filled with maps, letters, and old documents — remnants of the Vale pack’s history. Serena laid the contract on the large oak desk. "I want to understand everything," she said firmly. "The terms, the risks, the benefits. If we are to unite with the Reign pack, I need to know what that truly means." Ada stepped forward, her sharp eyes scanning the pages. "The contract binds your pack to the Reign. Resources will be shared, and your leadership will merge. But, and this is important, Dominic expects more than just business. He wants to mate you.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

"Take your contract. Take your daughter. And get the hell out of my sight before I decide today is the day I initiate a hostile takeover of your entire network." ​The silence that followed was completely deafening. Mr. Chua’s hands were visibly shaking as he scrambled to pull the contract back toward his chest, his bravado entirely extinguished. He looked toward Don Roberto for a shred of support, but the elder Zhao was staring blankly at his son as if he were looking at a complete stranger. ​"Zeke... you're going too far," Don Roberto managed to choke out, his voice uneven. "This is business. We don't settle partnerships like this."

Her handshake was firm, her smile was professional, and her review of the contract took exactly forty-seven minutes. "It's clean," Simone said, sliding the papers back across Mira's kitchen table. "Surprisingly clean, given who's involved. No hidden loopholes, no predatory clauses, no fine-print surprises. The termination terms are generous, the financial protections are solid, and the non-disclosure agreement is standard for this type of arrangement." Mira stared at her. "That's it? 'It's clean'?"