روايات وقصص ضمن The Presidents Contract Lover

He frowns deeply, “What?” “That was what a jealous contender for the same contract told me yesterday but Reid cleared it up. It dawned on me that I couldn’t possibly be a clause in a random contract if someone I knew wasn’t involved, you were the only one in the picture. What was the trillion dollar for though?” “It’s a Presidential project, we brokered it, we were just the middlemen between the Presidency and the contract company.” “No wonder it had so many people vying for it, even resorting to under handed tactics.” Like seducing your rival.

Becky “I can't come and live with you just because I signed some irrelevant papers, Mr President” “But that irrelevant papers showed that you're now my wife kitty” He said with a wink showing me his annoying dimples “You don't understand it, I only agreed to marry you because of the contract, we never talked about leaving together” “Well you're now my wife so what do you expect?” “I can't do this Mr President, I can't live with you” “That's fine, you might as well forget about the contract” He smiled in a cunning way

Joshua asked quietly. “It was Director Livingston.” She simply told Joshua about the matter. There was a thin layer of frost on Joshua’s face. Chris Livingston was really haunting. “With his help, it would be more efficient,” he said calmly. “By the way, Director Livingston doesn’t seem to have a girlfriend, does he?” “I don’t know…” she said blankly. “I don’t care about others’ private lives. What? Does Mr. President want to arrange lovers for employees?” “Yes,” he said quietly. Arranging a lover for Director Livingston was a very cost-effective way to defeat a rival.

Hey Mom, don’t worry, I’ve sold myself to a billionaire for a year to pay off your hospital bills. No. That wasn’t something a daughter confessed. The words of the contract replayed in her head, every sentence etched like fire. One year. Absolute discretion. No dating, no intimacy with anyone else. Available at his call. Mistress. Her throat burned. She had signed her name on those papers, but each time she thought about it, guilt gnawed at her like sharp teeth. The sound of the penthouse door unlocking jolted her. Aria shot up, her pulse leaping.

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

And something inside of me doesn’t bother to confirm either. Five seconds in, my mind is already yelling “what have you gotten yourself into, Peach?” I’m going crazy from all of this, especially the fact that the contract actually isn’t some kind of prank. He really wants up to be contractual friends with benefits? Oh, no. I force myself to walk towards the door to the bedroom and turn the door knob. The door opens, and in that moment, I’m sure the president and I pretty much have different definitions of “sizable.”

“If you know about them, then you know I don’t have time for your games.” Lucien walked back toward his desk. “I don’t play games,” he said. He opened the file again. Turned it. And slid another document forward. Tatiana didn’t move. “What is that?” “A contract.” She didn’t touch it. “For what?” Lucien met her gaze. “A marriage agreement.” Tatiana laughed once—sharp, disbelieving. “This is some kind of joke.” “It isn’t.” Her eyes hardened. “Why me?” Lucien paused.

she said, storming off. Lorenzo shot me a glare before chasing after her. I watched in disbelief as my husband ran after another woman. What was I even thinking? This was a nightmare. I felt a sting of tears in my eyes as I realized the truth. I was just a pawn in their game, a game I didn't even know I was playing. My heart ached with sadness and betrayal. Now I understand this means nothing to him, it was just a contract, right?

“If this is about a salary increase, Sir, I’ll take it.” His smile twisted into a grin—an evil grin that made my heart skip. “You’re right,” he said. “But it comes with a cost.” Everything always did. But if it involves a salary increase? I was willing to take most deals. Most. Preferably not those that will harm my dignity or my soul. “My parents are celebrating their wedding anniversary next week. And since I made them a promise last year, I have to be there—with that promise fulfilled.” He twirled his pen between his fingers. “I need a fake girlfriend. And I’m choosing you.”

80 Lucia got home and dropped her bag in disgust, she can't believe that things went absolutely wrong today. First her contract was taken away from her, and she didn't get the chance to work with Mr Francis. And then saw Bryan again and he now has a girlfriend. And he seems to like her given the way he was all over her, back there in the dressing room. She's the only one that Bryan loves and supposed to love, the idea of him liking someone else really irritates her to her gut.