Romans & histoires Tycoon's Goddess Contract System

Three question marks popped in her head as Nina picked up the contract, glancing at the sentence written in bold. BE THE CEO’S LOVER OR PAY 100 MILLION DOLLARS FOR DEFLOWERING HIM. 100 million dollars? Was his virginity made of gold? However, the contract had a clause. None of the parties is supposed to fall in love with each other during the period of their ambiguous relationship. All Nina wanted was to graduate college peacefully. However, with her mother still out there to exploit her, she had to ensure her safety to avoid all her underhanded schemes. In her greatest despair, Jayden was her only hope, so she agreed to be his kept woman.

"My Beta's son can take the Alpha title someday." Silence. Three years had passed. Still, Zurin couldn't move on from that incident. "I told you," Tyler remarked. And Carlo only let out a long, heavy sigh in response. "You have to believe in the Moon Goddess that she will bless you with another mate." "I don't need one." Zurin rejected the idea in no time. His tone was even. But it carried pain and threat. "You might not need a mate. But your pack needs a Luna." "I have a Beta Female and a Gamma Female. They do their job excellently."

there's no way she wants to be anywhere around Sean Preston, much less carrying his heir. "Not even if I intend to pay you handsomely. How about two million dollars per month?" He question, noticing the way her eyes widen in shock. "Two million dollars per month?" "Yeah. If you say yes now the first millions will be in your account before night fall" Sean said. "I don't need the money and I suggest you take one of those willing girls to do the job, if you will excuse me, Mr Preston" she walk pass him, heading to the door.

"My father was a 'Sovereign' who begged for your capital. My mother was an 'Anchor' who begged for your empathy. I am a Manager who demands your Compliance." A new prompt appeared on your screen, written in a font that looked like it was carved into the glass: DIRECTIVE 001: THE SYSTEM UPGRADE. The 'Billionaire Romance' is being rebranded as 'THE TYRANT’S RECKONING.' YOUR CURRENT BALANCE: [ZERO] TO CONTINUE WATCHING, YOU MUST PLEDGE: [YOUR FUTURE NARRATIVE AGENCY] "If you want to see what happens to Julian and Clara," the boy whispered, his bronze eyes locking onto yours through the lens, "you have to stop being an 'Architect' and start being a Server. I don't want your 'Likes.' I want your

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

“For the next four months, you belong to me. That means you do what I say.” “That’s not what the contract says,” Laura argued, though she wasn’t sure. “The contract says you agree to follow my rules, live in my house, and do what I tell you,” Scott reminded her. “I’m telling you to stop seeing Lily.” “You can’t control who I see,” Laura said, getting angry too. “Actually, I can,” Scott said. “Read the contract, Laura. You signed away your freedom for six months.”

They hadn’t seen me yet because they were too wrapped up in their own conversation, oblivious to my presence as they crossed the rooftop. “Dad found out about the money,” Bianca said with a smug voice. “It was locked away in Seraphina’s name. Can you believe her mother did something smart for once?” Lila snorted. “Too bad Sera’s not smart enough to use it. Not like she’ll be around to access it when she turns twenty-five.” And they both chuckled. Bianca’s laugh was cruel. “Exactly. And once she’s out of the picture, we can put her into comatose or something worse, we’ll get access. Just need to make sure she has another ‘accident.’”

“The contractor is not allowed to reject any gifts from the contractee, and adding to that, the contractor would only dress in clothes provided by the contractee. The contractor is not allowed to be sexually intimate with anyone not approved by the contractee.” That sounded strange. Still, I read on. “The contractor consents to satisfying the contractee’s sexual need whenever and wherever it is requested, and in return, the contractor will not hesitate to let the contractee know when /she/ needs her sexual desires fulfilled.” I read through the ‘many’ pages, feeling the blush creep up my neck. I wondered how long he had been planning this out; it must have been a while.

“I got the lilies for you, Tessa. I’m not with Serena. I’ve never been with her-“ “I’m not interested in that tale, Mr Wentworth. Please leave my office.” Aaron could only fish out the contract and place it in front of her. They were partners now. He would find the right time to explain everything to her when she was more calm. Tessa’s stomach turned when she saw the name of the contract. A sense of unease settled in her stomach. “Why is this contract with you?” She questioned, glaring at Aaron. “It’s because it’s under the Wentworth group. I funded the project so that I can have a chance to talk to you,” Aaron replied in his deep baritone voice that could make panties drop.

They recovered fast, both of them, and neither of them said anything, but I felt it and I filed it as information rather than hurt. Fen looked at my eyes and said: "That's going to be useful when Mourne comes." Cort looked at my eyes and nodded once like something had been confirmed. Mira looked at my eyes and immediately said: "The original texts describe the Chosen's eyes as the Moon Goddess's own. There are three packs whose founding documents explicitly require recognition of that marker as legally binding proof of the bloodline's activation. Mourne is one of them." I stared at her. "How long have you known that," I said.