webnovel
#R18
#SURVIVAL
#CEO
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FAMILY
#PRINCESS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#ONENIGHTSTAND

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

bishop1275 · Thành phố
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
1374 Chs
#R18
#SURVIVAL
#CEO
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FAMILY
#PRINCESS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#ONENIGHTSTAND

No puppeteer but a mere puppet

Ethan's eyes kept looking at him as he laid quietly in his bed, inside the privacy of his private room, drinking his favorite whiskey. 

Gerald could not believe the audacity of that man to tell him that he was his father, remembering looking into his eyes as he explained his connection to his father and mother.

His fist had balled, ready to punch him, wanting so much to beat the crap out of him. But for the first time in his life, he could not move as he looked into those eyes. It mirrored his. It was as if he was looking at himself.

"Then, why hesitate? You should have shot him?" Because you knew he might be. His mind debated inside his head as he stared at the white ceiling.

He shook his head, denying the lie that came out of his enemy's lips. He should not trust him. His father had warned him that he might pull something as ridiculous as this to make him believe in his deception.