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
Brothers who always had each other's back.
He did not have to come to this place to bring the papers, but he found himself walking along the busy hallways, going out of his way to give the documents to David.
Honestly, he felt guilty for not showing up. But technically, he did not say yes, nor said no. He could not decide whether he should do it or not. Choosing to work for David seemed easier than agreeing to the proposal.
"Hey, you are that guy from the bar, right?" A woman in uniform said as he passed a patient in a wheelchair.
He stopped, wondering who the woman talking to him was. He could not remember meeting her. But mentioning the bar, he could only think of one possibility. She was one of Roseann's friends.
"What?" He asked again, pretending not to understand. He maintained the excuse that he was here for the papers and not to see her.