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
It takes two to tango
"Hey, sleepy head." He whispered into her ears, slightly letting his lips touch the skin on her neck, hoping to tickle her with the warmth of his breathing. "Wake up."
He believed last night had been spectacular. He never wanted the evening to end. He did not expect that he would ever feel this way again.
Camille prepared all his favorites. She had researched everything he liked, even the wine he preferred for his meat.
"I wanted to cook, but they would not even let me behind the counter and touch the knife." His wife grumbled about the kitchen staff, shooing her out of the kitchen.
Then, Camille guided her to an empty chair with a fully decorated and arranged table, even helping him with his table napkin.
"Because you already had enough on your plate." He reasoned as he took the napkin in her hands and ushered her back to her seat.