Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso

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.