The Royal Contract
A one-night stand was all she wanted, but that was never his style. Still, they ended up together in a night of passion. No names, no feelings, and no complications. Heiress and advocate lawyer Daniella Hamilton had never wanted her inheritance, only wishing to live a simple life. Still, she ended up in the center of an intense war for power. Now, she had to find the balance between the life she dreamt of and the life that she was meant to have. Enigmatic and brilliant CEO Prince Alexander Princeton renounced his title to his birthright, believing that true power should come from building his own legacy. However, the kingdom faced a new dilemma where he was asked to serve his people and sit on the throne. Separated after their one night of wild adventure. They thought that their unexpected encounter was an isolated incident. However, fate had something else in mind, as they find their way back in each other’s arms, not in a passionate embrace but with a contract that would bind them for a long time. Would their agreement fulfill their dreams, or would it end in a disastrous union? [Warning: Mature steamy content, slight violence (in the later chapters), and some inappropriate language] *** Nominated in the WSA - Webnovel Spirity Awards 2021 Thanks to all my readers for all your support. You have been a great inspiration during my journey in writing this story. I would have never made it if not for your encouragement through your votes, comments, reviews, golden tickets, gifts, and continued support. Thank you so much. COVER PHOTO - Commissioned by Vatarison Instagram: bishop_1275
A big problem
He had been lying low, hiding in one of his houses, licking his wounds.
So to speak.
He believed he was safe in this place since this was where his father and mother had raised him, away from the prying eyes of his father's enemies.
And this was where his mother spent the remaining days of her sick life before she passed away. This place held most of his childhood memories, or the lack of having one.
He believed the only valuable memories he recalled about this place were the times he spent with his mother. Those days were the only good remembrances of his youth he held dear to his heart.
"No. I am not weak. I am not giving up." Gerald stared at his father's portrait as he imagined his father looking down on him. "I can do this."
He remembered how his father would whip him with his belt every time his old man saw tears in his eyes. The more he cried, the stronger the leather lashed on his skin.