Contract With The Billionaire

The noise of pages turning was the only sound heard in the room until there was a sigh. It was a sign of tiredness that had left his lips, unable to take in the situation.

"So, there is no other way to get the property?" he asked, looking at the lawyer with a cold expression.

The lawyer smiled nervously, glancing at the person sitting beside the cold man. "No," he replied meekly, not wanting to upset him because he was very well capable of destroying him.

"Read that clause again," he ordered, leaning back in his chair and staring at him intensely.

The lawyer fumbled through the pages before getting to that clause and reading it out loudly. "Transfer my entire property, which includes mansions, farmhouses, my companies, 50% of the money in my international account to Alexander Ian and the remaining 50% to the less privileged, but only after it is made sure that he has a son or daughter of his own," the lawyer read out.

"If at all he remains single, all of my property must be transferred to the orphanage home." He completed reading the clause, and glanced at the man in front of him.

Alexander stated, "From what I have understood from this clause, he nowhere has mentioned that I should get married or have a wife or get settled. So that means he only wished for me to have an heir to the family. Am I right?" The lawyer's eyes widened at how he had interpreted the situation.

This man was surely crude and evil.

"But he has mentioned that if you remain single, then you won't get anything. So doesn't that mean-" the lawyer said, but stopped, knowing there was no need to finish the sentence.

"I won't obviously be single after I have a son or a daughter. That does not mean I have to get into any relationship or, worse, get married, right?" he raised his eyebrow, daring the lawyer to defy him.

Alex surely knew how to twist the situation to his favour. His friend beside him shook his head and sighed, knowing how stubborn he was.

"I'll surely have an heir to this empire, and once that is fulfilled, you will do the needful." he pointed at the papers, his eyes on the lawyer who nodded, gulping the saliva stuck in his throat.

Once the lawyer scurried out of the room, Alex smirked, relaxing on his chair. His grandfather was smart, but he was smarter because he was his grandson.

"Alexander, are you sure this is all going to turn out beneficial for you? I mean, do you think you'll be able to find such a woman who will agree to give you a baby and want nothing in return?" his friend asked, and Alex smirked yet again.

"Mark, I know you are concerned for me, and I appreciate that, but there is no one in this world who would want nothing in return. They will surely want something, maybe money or something else, and as long as she is willing to give me what I want, I will give her whatever she wants in return," he concluded, playing with the cube in his hand.

"Alright, but I even doubt you will find such a woman who will, firstly, agree to such a thing, and even if she does, then do you think a mother can give away her own child?" Mark pointed out the obvious, and Alex's eyes darted towards him.

"She will have to, and that is why there will be a written contract which she will be signing so that later on in the future, I won't have to deal with such nauseating dramas." He rolled his eyes, and Mark carefully watched his friend, who seemed determined to do what he wanted to.

He shrugged in defeat, having nothing to say anymore as it was of absolutely no use. Alex was going to have his ways and would never stop for anyone, and that is who Alexander Ian was.

After Mark left, he also had a company to run, Alex called in his secretary the next instant.

"Yes, sir?" His secretary stood in front of him after being allowed to enter inside.

Alex said nothing for a few minutes, which made the secretary uncomfortable. This was him. He had this aura to make people uneasy with just his silence, and his steely eyes would make their skin crawl.

"I want you to make a contract, the details of which will be dictated to you later. But right now, find a list of girls ready to marry me. And I want it quick." He clicked his fingers, and the next second, his secretary was out of his office with hurried steps.

Twenty minutes later, he was back in his cabin with the list, and he had to say he was impressed because the list was about ten pages long.

"Start calling them tomorrow. I will meet the suitable ones, and the rest, the next day, that is, if I don't find the suitable one. Now, the contract. Write it down now and make it fast because I won't repeat myself. Also, the typed version of this should be on my desk at the end of the day."

The poor guy fumbled with his notepad and pen because Alexander Ian had already started dictating. Half an hour later, he was done, and as he glanced at George, his secretary, he found him grinning at the notepad.

"If I find a single error in the typed document, needless to say, keep your belongings packed already because the termination letter will be on your desk." At his remark, George's face paled, and he gulped.

"There won't be a single mistake, sir." He tried to be confident but failed, and before he could say more, Alex was already dismissing him with a wave.

For the second time, George almost sprinted out of there as if saving his life from a monster. It was true; he was a monster to his employees and a devil to the entire world. The only one who could see him as a human was Mark, his best friend.

Four hours later, the contract was on Alex's desk, and a nervous-looking George stood before him. Alex glanced at him and then picked up the contract. George wanted to run away at that very moment. Although he had checked and rechecked the contract almost ten times, he was still apprehensive.

"Did you recheck it?" Alex asked.

"Yes, sir, ten times." George kept his mouth shut after that, not wanting to say anything stupid.

"Good. You can leave." Just four words, and George felt all the tension leaving his body. He had never felt this relaxed in his entire life. And somewhere, a little part of him was beaming at the praise.

He moved out and typed a reminder on his phone about calling about twenty girls tomorrow for the interview to be his boss's wife. He already prayed for the one who would be the 'lucky girl.'