Tycoon's Goddess Contract System Novels & Stories

she spat out before she could control herself. “You heard me right, Miss Ross. Your job as my assistant is to act as my wife for a year, and this arrangement will only be between the three of us in this room. You’ll stay in my home for the duration of the contract, you’ll escort me to social events, and bear my surname and in return, all of your financial needs will be met. By the end of twelve months, you’ll be paid handsomely and our agreement shall become null.” “Why would I want to do that?” she questioned, still in shock.

It doesn’t ask for her labor, it asks for her autonomy. It isn't a standard contract. It’s a list of Terms of Possession: Total Availability: 24/7. You respond when I call. Absolute Discretion: No one knows the nature of our arrangement. Private Resolution: Any breach of contract will be handled personally. By me. When she looks up, his gaze pins her. Like he already knows her answer. This was never about a job. And whatever he’s calling consent feels dangerously close to something else.

Daniel__ I pulled up to a small apartment building in my sleek black Escalade. It was quiet and a bit cold. Heaven had texted me her address after our call, her voice still echoing in my mind—soft, a little breathless, like she was trying to play it cool but failing adorably. I'd lost my wallet at that upscale restaurant, Mosaic Cuisine, but honestly, I left it there intentionally. She was too stunning for me to overlook: long dark hair falling over her shoulders and those wide blue eyes that sparkled with innocence. Her uniform hugged her curves just right, rev the soft, full breasts and rounded hips. I couldn't stop imagining my hands spanking that round ass.

She felt the heat of his fur beneath her palms and the surge of kinetic power as Shan sprang forward, claws digging into the hard sand, teeth bared, fangs glinting in the moonlight. Maximus’s dark eyes widened as he saw her rise atop Shan, the Chakram spinning at her side, Vajra Spear crackling in her hands, Gáe Bulg ready to strike. His confidence wavered for the first time in centuries. The goddess and her tiger… they are unstoppable.

I believed him, even though I had every reason not to. I signed my name with the elegant cursive my mother had drilled into me as a child. She'd always said beautiful handwriting was a sign of character, of strength. I wondered what she'd think about what I was using that strength for now. Damien took the contract, sliding it into his jacket with the same fluid efficiency he'd used to enter my life. Then he produced a small package wrapped in brown paper. "Congratulations, Mrs. Black." The title sounded like the mockery it was. "Your first task."

"What's that? I asked uncrossing my arm. He stretched it to me and I took it from him. Reading the contents of the paper, my eyes slowly widened. "I was selected?" I questioned in shock. "Well, yes. I recommended you." He said in pride. A smile slowly spread across my face as I read the contents of the paper once again. From: RR Gaming Company, London. To: Model "Viv" Vivianne. Hello! We hope this letter finds you well. Firstly, congratulations! RR Gaming Company is launching a new game and you have been selected to model for the new game to gain popularity for the game. The down payment for each model is 50,000 British Pounds, and when the job is completed snd delivered, the balance of 100,

"So what? He’s still just… just a contractual husband. It was just a contract. Nothing less, nothing more." Naomi smirked knowingly, leaning in closer. "Oh, really? A contractual husband, huh? Funny, because last time I checked, no one gives their contractual husband their virginity. Or has a heated, earth-shattering sex you had with him in his billion-dollar car and ends up completely messing it up." Tiffany’s head whipped around, her cheeks burning as she glared at Naomi. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger and a glint of embarrassment shimmering in her eyes. "Get out. Now."

"They're designed to make you look... appealing." Bianca's face remained expressionless, but I could sense a hint of resentment emanating from her. "As long as this contract is in effect, you must remember that you belong to me," I said, my voice taking on a slightly harder tone. "You own your body and soul to me, and there's nothing you can do about it." The room fell silent, with only the sound of Bianca's quiet breathing breaking the stillness. I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she processed my words.

Her gazes were rather calm unlike her mind, those things Tyler told her before she signed the contract kept replaying before her eyes. "According to the contract, you will play a good wifey role. You will take care of his daily needs without any questions or complaints, most importantly look out for him all the time. You have to be his eyes and in exchange, he will provide you with a luxurious lifestyle, you will be paid handsomely per month. There's no duration of the contract, you will be married to my client according to the contract but the separation depends on my client. When he wants, you will walk out of this marriage and not ask for anything in return."

She began to leaf through each clause carefully, her eyebrows furrowing as she took in their contents. The contract was filled with dense legal jargon that made her head spin. Some of the conditions seemed almost predatory in nature, designed to trap and control rather than protect and provide. One particular clause caught her attention. It stated that Knox was permitted to have intercourse with another woman only in the event that Serena's life was endangered. She stared at that paragraph for a long moment, unsure whether to laugh or cry at its absurdity. Was he so unreasonable that he would sleep with another woman just to save her life? The thought alone was preposterous!