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 sweet dream or a terrible nightmare
Eida stared at her phone, wondering what was wrong with her phone. That was twice that someone called her, then hung up on her.
Those were two important people she had been waiting to call, and when they finally did, they just suddenly ended the call, not even saying goodbye.
She took the glass of wine on her table and placed it back on her lips, drinking the remaining liquid until there was nothing left. Then, she leaned her body on the couch, holding the empty glass in one hand and the phone in the other.
After the phone remained silent, she threw it to the side of the couch, rendering it useless. She thought they were never going to call.
"Who needs them?" She uttered in her slurry words, pulling herself up into a sitting position and grabbing the bottle of wine to pour it into her glass.
But, on second thought, she decided to grab the bottle instead, leaving the empty glass on the table. Who needs etiquette when she drowned in her misery?