A Marriage Deal With Billionaire Stone Novels & Stories

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

Right now was not the time to reveal that information. She suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she thought about her new husband, The Almighty Billionaire CEO Sebastian Woods. She wondered how miserable Kathlyn’s reaction would be, when she found out about her marriage to him, especially since Kathlyn believed she could not land a man as good as Brandon. ‘It would be so satisfying to watch.’

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.

He’d agreed to me this very morning and so I made my way back to my apartment to freshen up for the day. ***** “Thank you for seeing me at such short notice,” I said greeting Augustus Stone. I ushered him to a seat opposite my office chair. “So…I heard you do Business Law as well,” he eyed me for a moment. “Yes,” “Good,” I handed him a folder I managed to put together. “As you already know that I’m getting married,” I began. He nodded whilst reading through the document. “It’s a business arrangement between the Romans and Starks,” his eyes found mine then, already knowing what I’m going to ask. “I don’t want to get married. Is there a legal alternative to this that I can approach instead of

I promised. "You'll give me all these at what cost?" She asked, probing the terms of my offer. "You'll be my wife for six months," I stated. "Once you agree to be my wife for six months, then consider yourself the richest woman in New York." She remained silent, contemplating my proposition. Glancing at her unconscious husband, then back at me, I could tell she was contemplating whether to accept or decline my offer. "So, what do you say? Are you in or out?" I asked, my smirk widening as I awaited her decision.

ANASTASIA “Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera. I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dominic Blackwood, the same man who now rules the business world, my dead father’s rival. “Why would I want to marry you?” I ask, meeting his gaze, those blue eyes too pretty, too bright for the personality behind them.

“Billionaire’s One-Year Marriage Deal Exposed: Sterling Wife Set to Cash Out and Leave” Shaky hands hit the screen when I clicked it. Every big site carried the story now - news desks, rumor blogs, endless scrolling streams. There they were, copies of the deal spread wide: both names signed low on the page, twelve months underlined bright, payout numbers made impossible to miss. Some unnamed source whispered I’d boxed Ethan into something sharp and planned all along to walk away just as time expired. It hit hard, that story. Mean right from the start. Out here, they painted me as someone chasing cash through marriage. The truth? Ethan stood silent in a bargain he never wanted, bound by pride

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.