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
Think outside the box
His files had looked the same since he had sat on his desk an hour ago. He was late in his meeting and distracted. Now, he could hardly concentrate on the words before him.
He grabbed his phone from the table but dropped it immediately, recalling the message he had sent her just moments ago.
"What was that?" He mumbled to himself, feeling more frustrated by his situation. "What have I done?" Rubbing his palms across his face before dropping his elbows on top of the table.
Instead of clearing one problem by getting rid of the reporter, he believed he had just created one massive problem that could bite him in the ass in the long run.
He was not drunk.
He was sane at the time.
But he was horny as hell.
Still, that was not an excuse for what he did last night. But was he guilty, ashamed, happy, satisfied, or regretful? He was not entirely sure what he felt about it.