A Marriage Deal With Billionaire Stone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

Camelia POV My mouth dropped as the truth sank in. Everyone knows CASTLE - the conglomerate that owns shopping malls, estates, and pharmaceutical companies across the country, with branches spanning the globe. And I, Camelia, was in a contract marriage with the owner of this empire. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I had been so focused on seizing the opportunity that I never stopped to consider who Henry really was… “It's alright,” the woman said, her voice calm this time around. She had to be surprised — but nowhere near as stunned as I was.

Sharon Stone and Drake Stone had arrived to discuss the partnership and the marriage between Dynasty and Drake. “Chive, we’ve known each other for many years, and it’s worrisome that you would back out of an agreement for our children. How can I partner with someone who backs out of a deal?” Sharon asked, kicking her crossed leg in aggravation, waiting on his response.

I said, giving him my ring. He placed it on my finger, smiling. We talked for some time, and I left his cabin. In the evening, I invited all my friends to my marriage. However, I am sad that they will not attend the rituals. Then Mr.Stone entered the hall and said, “Listen everyone. For one week, there is no office for anyone on this floor as a bonus for your hard work.” I was looking at him wide-eyed. He immediately started to go, but I stopped him and said, “Mr.Stone, I want to invite you to my marriage. Will you attend?”

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

he said simply. Aurora blinked, thinking she misheard him. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," Damian repeated. "One year. You play the perfect wife, help me secure a business merger that requires me to appear... settled. In exchange, your father’s debt disappears." Aurora's heart pounded. "Why me?" His eyes glinted dangerously. "Because you hate me, and I hate you. No messy feelings to get in the way." She swallowed hard. "And if I say no?"

Peering at Serenity’s pasta dish, Zachary was feeling bummed out. There she was, eating well. How could she be sitting next to him, enjoying her meal while he was upset? The girl… was heartless. Ultimately, they were different from other couples. Theirs was a marriage of convenience without feelings involved. Bottling up his frustration, Zachary asked glumly, “Isn’t Ms. Stone the heiress of Stone Group? Why did she look for you? Since when have you two been acquainted?”

" Firstly, I want your lips on mine right now." I chuckled softly before leaning forward and kissing him passionately. " Secondly, I want to finally fulfill my dreams of making you my life partner," he pulled out the ring and took my hand. " Gabrielle, will you marry me here and now?" " yes. Yes, I will." I announced as I tried to control my emotions. He placed the diamond ring on my finger and planted a kiss on it. " I should go ahead and ask Miles to get someone to legalize our marriage." He took his phone from the side of the bed and made a call to Miles.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

She had just signed her soul away to the coldest man she’d ever met. Lucas Stone. The billionaire CEO. Her ex-boss. And now—her contract husband. She laid the pen down and looked up, her heart pounding. Lucas, leaning against the edge of his desk, studied her with unreadable eyes. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. It was as though he were watching a transaction go through at the stock exchange, not agreeing to take a woman as his wife. “Effective immediately,” he said, his tone dry. “You are no longer Amelia Hart. You are Mrs. Amelia Stone.”