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 zebra could change its stripes
She sat on the gurney of the tiny cubicle where the nurse had asked them to wait. "You know you are overreacting, Alex." She protested as he drove her to the emergency room to have her checked.
Her eyes roamed at the familiar place, not finding being in it comforting. Although she had nothing against a hospital, she still preferred to stay away. She was ok. She did not need a doctor to examine her.
His eyes searched her face before responding to her. "Can you blame me? You should have seen yourself earlier. I still want a doctor to check on you." His voice carried no room for argument.
But stubborn as she was, she could not help herself. "It was probably the wine from last night or maybe something she ate. And the exhaustion that got to me." She continued to reason out.
She was sure it was nothing serious, although she still felt slightly dizzy and queasy. But she still did not believe it should merit a trip to the doctor.