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
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"What is going on here?" A voice by the door asked in a surprised tone. His friend continued to walk further inside his office without waiting for permission. "Are you ok, man?"
A sudden movement by the door snapped him out of his trance, finding his friend looking at him with confusion. He quickly took a deep breath and turned away from him, walking back to his desk, ignoring his friend's question completely.
He saw in his peripheral vision that his friend followed him, sitting in front of him comfortably like he never needed an invitation. On other occasions, maybe, but not today.
"What are you doing here, Mike?" He finally asked, shifting his face until his eyes met his friend. "I did not call for you." He was dismissing his presence, so his friend should heed the warning in his tone and leave.