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
To save the day
He watched the door, waiting for it to open. His eyes also observed the two burly men guarding his every move, which was funny.
It was as if he could go anywhere with his hands tied on the chair. It seemed Alfred was not taking any chances, guaranteeing that he could not escape.
"Hey, I am sure you know who I am." He called to the two guards that did not look familiar to him. He guessed they were Alfred's loyal man, not one of his, at least, not one of the organization's men.
But the men remained tightlipped, staring at him but not saying anything. He could only guess they had instructions not to talk to their captive.
"Anyway, if you knew me, you would know I have a small bladder. That means I need to pee." He looked down at his lap to emphasize his need to go to the bathroom soon.