Khrystal comes from a wealthy family in Vista Querencia. She has everything in life; looks, power, money. But despite everything, she's still worthless.

Because in everyone's opinion, she was just a good for nothing bastarda-an illegitimate daughter that taints the Dagsinal clan.

Agustine Bhryll Revelar, on the other hand, is a well-known businessman. He also has everything in life including what Khrystal doesn't have-a good reputation. 

In an unforeseen circumstances, the two have to meet for business and unexpectedly created a bond with each other. Will that attachment remain as time goes on?

In the midst of the filthy name that rests on Khrystal, will she still be able to show her true worth?

The Bastarda's Contract With Mr. CEO

SOMEHOW, the short moment of leaving Vista Querencia has been my peace for over the years. In the same way that I do now when I'm in the mall, I'm strolling leisurely while considering what I want to buy. There aren't any eyes looking or following. 


I wanted to get new office supplies and clothing. Yes, I feel under pressure and also eager. 


First, I went into the renowned store where business apparel is sold. I picked out the clothes I wanted right away and gave them to the assistant who was walking behind me. One, two, three... until it became six. Then I made the decision to pay for what I picked since I had nothing else to select. 


"Php 56, 600.00, Madam," the cashier said. 


I retrieved my card from my purse. I smiled slightly as I gave the woman the item. She used the machine to swipe it, and the receipt printed up immediately. 


I think the only benefit of being a Dagsinal is this. I can easily purchase the things I want because our family is wealthy. 


I then proceeded to the shop where the shoes were. I selected one pair of stilettos, one pair of kitten heels, and one pair of almond-toe pumps while toting the enormous paper bag. 


Like what I did at the clothing store, I paid it using my card—or should I say father's card. 


At last, I entered in a famous bag shop. I was searching for something good when a certain Hermès bag caught my attention. 


I looked at the individual who spoke after me. Like me, he indicated the bag I had selected. 


Wearing a white V-neck T-shirt paired with a faded denim jean, the man raised his eyebrow at me. 


The woman who helped me, apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, Sir. As of right now, that's the only one accessible." I could sense by her tone that she wanted someone to be understanding of both of us. 


"I will take it," the guy spoke to me. 


I gave him a sophisticated look. His manner was not friendly. 


I quickly had the chance to look at his face. He has thick brows, hazel dark hooded eyes, and lips that are the ideal size. 


"Mister whoever you are," I started and took the bag by myself. "I picked this first so I should get it, right?" I tried to explain as I showed him the bag. 


He fixed me with a stare as his jaw clenched. He abruptly seized the bag from me and gave it to the woman who was looking after him, which caught me off guard. He was also startled, so he didn't react right away. 


"It's not about who chose it first, Miss. It's about who paid it first," he stated. 


"Miguel, give her a billion." He turned away after speaking to the man on the side, which I had not previously noticed. 


The woman who was taking care of him, followed walking, carrying the bag that we both chose. 


"Ma'am," the man who was still standing behind me said and then handed me a check. 


I let out a short laugh and shook my head in disbelief. Annoyance gradually consumed me when I looked in the direction of the mister who grabbed my bag. 


Out of nowhere, I grabbed my purse and took out my card. Without further ado, I walked towards the man who is now done with his purchase. As he did, I grabbed the paper bag he was holding and just slipped my card into his pocket. 


"I never once hated a gay before. Only now, only you. You even ordered your boyfriend to pay me!" I hissed. 


"This bag is mine," I stated and left the shop, leaving him dumbfounded. 


Chap 3