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
Was this man for real?
She was already getting herself ready to sleep. Roseann had given her the spare room in the apartment. Well, it was a large stock room that her sister fixed to make into a makeshift room for her.
She did not need much anyway. Therefore the room was perfect for her. At any rate, she had no intention of staying for long. Hopefully, she would regain her memory soon.
If not.
"I guess you will just have to start somewhere." She told the woman staring back at her at the small mirror in her room.
She stared one last time at her reflection, trying to get to know herself. Who was she? She asked herself as she closed her eyes and buried her face in her palms.
Eventually, she moved toward her bed, testing it for the first time. She could not remember sleeping anywhere else except the hospital bed.
"Rosella, are you still awake?" She heard her sister behind her closed door.