Novel & Cerita The President Contract Lover

This was not President Lewis’s style! “President Lewis signed the contract. You should come over and retrieve it.” Naturally, Cherry detected the shock in the other woman’s voice. A sardonic smile revealed on her face yet she pretended to have no clue what was going on. Her controlled voice sounded calm as usual. “President Lewis signed the contract?” Once again, Lucy was shocked. The man was infamous for his lust for women. He always tried to prolong the contract signing process and would refuse to seal the deal until he had successfully taken advantage of the woman.

What they are trying to do here tonight but they are not going to accomplish it, my love for Mekayla, first my love for Mekayla strong I don't care if a single party needs to define our relationship, or not I don't care if there are two very unwelcome guests that are set out to ruin everything that is between Mekayla. I do not care; love is not a piece of paper or action you do by having a piece of cake and having a cup of tea, love is what you feel inside, and love is what I feel for Mekayla. So I have quite frankly had enough of Damian, and his constant brushing against me do not particularly feel comfortable with a man that is nothing but a monster. I do not wish to have him near Mekayla

Because if her boyfriend was so powerful, that would mean she was powerful too! At that moment, Iris felt like Zachery Smith was not as powerful as people said he was. The man was just so-so. “President Smith, since this issue has been settled, what about the contract?” Zachery immediately answered, “The contract? Of course, we agree to the contract. Let’s sign it now.”

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

I pleaded. “Catherine, my counterpart has tried that, but it seems you are the big barrier between Angela and that dude. I believe that when you die, his concentration will be on Angela only. Moreover, you breached your contract as well.” “wha…What contract?” “You were to find his lover and not fall in love with him, you tried your best but fell in love with him. I have talked a lot. I need to kill you now.” “How did you know I was coming here?”

The servant brought tea, but he waved it off, "Get dinner ready." He had been in meetings since 10 AM, with only a sandwich in between. If Emily hadn't called him, he probably would still be at Fiduinvest. Mediocre in business, Devin Cromwell was savvy at scheming. He knew Murray was eyeing the construction project at Pier 9 and offered to broker government relations. Murray had low expectations, but Cromwell surprisingly managed to secure the deal. Today's lengthy meetings involved launching preparations for said project. "You came." Descending the stairs, Emily's willowy, snowy figure was set off temptingly by the silken dress.

He tried to be confident but failed, and before he could say more, Alex was already dismissing him with a wave. For the second time, George almost sprinted out of there as if saving his life from a monster. It was true; he was a monster to his employees and a devil to the entire world. The only one who could see him as a human was Mark, his best friend. Four hours later, the contract was on Alex's desk, and a nervous-looking George stood before him. Alex glanced at him and then picked up the contract. George wanted to run away at that very moment. Although he had checked and rechecked the contract almost ten times, he was still apprehensive.

She asked me. "No, I don't care. We promised never to see each other again" I said. I know I said that. I told him never to meet again. That's what we promised. But, why is he sitting on the president chair during our meeting? Earlier today, we got an email for a meeting between the leaders and assistants with the new president. There was a new president in the company and of course, he has to meet with his employees. Why is the new president the man from last night? Why is he also looking at me?

Something that started as shock and moved quickly into something else entirely. Their whole marriage. The love story the entire office whispered about. The man who left early every day to go home to his wife. The woman who got three months of absence without a single question asked. All of it. Built on a contract. She looked at the document in her hands. And she took out her phone. The story broke at six in the evening. By seven it was everywhere. By eight the Sterling name was trending and every entertainment and business news outlet had their own version of the headline. Contract marriage. Arranged union. CEO’s secret agreement. The details were all there because Cassia had sent the full d

Albert adjusted his glasses. "I hired hackers." He mumbled. "Oh," Johanna glanced at Conrad who didn't even react to anything that they were talking about. "Nicely done." "Our President and you have been working so hard to make the company's reputation clean. Also, President De Alegre won't let anyone badmouth his wife. He wouldn't hire me for nothing." "So, who are you loyal to?"