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 good son
"You called for me." The Prince walked into the room where his father was busy entertaining some guests.
He knew most of them, so after greeting each one. He waited for his father to tell him what he needed from him. But he signaled for him to wait until he finished.
He proceeded to the kitchen to get something to eat instead. It was almost lunch anyway. He barely had breakfast earlier with his busy morning.
"Can you make me a sandwich and a cold fruit juice?" He asked one of the help who was busy preparing the meal, probably for his father and the guests.
The cook smiled at him and quickly did what she was told. He barely came home in this house, so he never knew the people around. It did not help that his father was very picky.
He kept changing his people like he changed his clothes. One wrong move, and then that person would be out of here. He always said that he had no time for incompetent people.