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
Putting too much faith
"So, how was your day?" He asked after a very long day, sitting on the sofa of his apartment. He could not help but feel glad to relax with his feet on the coffee table.
"It was tiring but fulfilling." She started telling him about her new pro bono case. She laid on the sofa as she savored his voice while sipping on a glass of wine. "What about you?" She asked.
"Marcus was about to lose his shit when I almost fell on my chair during a meeting. I was so sleepy. I could not keep my eyes open." He narrated to her what happened that early morning.
"I hope that the client was not offended by your unprofessional action." She could not help but laugh at what her mind was conjuring about his morning.
"It was your fault. You know that." He accused her as a smirk showed on his face.
"How could that be my fault?" She questioned him, raising her voice by an octave, wondering why he was blaming her.