Billionaire Contract Lover Novels & Stories

TITLE: A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE This is just a sneak peak of the story. BLURB Christopher Crawford is the perfect combination of good looks and wealth. He is the rightful heir to Crawford Corporation but to claim his possession, he had to do one thing — Get married. It was easy, he had a girlfriend. The love of his life, so he thought. But she turned his proposal down thus crushing his soul. He vowed not to love again, but still needs to get married in order to get the company. Desperate and eager, he heeded an advise from a friend. A simple and easy contract marriage.

He snarled,his muscles fuming out,his eyes burning with pain. He swallowed hard before continuing, his voice coming out deep,slow and steady, "you know what?, am gonna stay away from you. You think I came here this morning for what exactly? I came to see your face,but here we are you keep on hurting me!!.. you keep on tormenting me!!!" Was this what they call love? Was that why my head kept thinking of him? Was that why the memories in his house could not out of my mind everyday? But,I, in love with a billionaire. I mean,how is that possible?!! This is really delusional.

Enough to keep her mother’s dialysis treatments on track, enough to keep her brother, Noah, from dropping out of college for a semester again. Two weeks earlier, she’d signed a twenty-five-page contract with this stranger—Zane Caldwell, tech magnate and notorious Wall Street prodigy. The agreement had sounded almost simple: three months of public appearances as his fiancée in exchange for a life-changing sum. No romance, no strings, just image management. He stepped closer, filling her vision with starched shirtfront and quiet power. “Do you know why I chose you?” he asked. Lena swallowed. “Because your assistant said I was photogenic?”

A Billionaire who can help their business to prosper and be known all over the world. She tried to escape on the night of their engagement party but was unsuccessful that's why she had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage offered to her by the mysterious, heartless but handsomely cold Billionaire – Stefano Vanderbilt. Their agreement was that their marriage would only last for three years and then Stefano would help her escape and hide from her family after that. But fate turned playful on them because months passed and they realized that they were starting to have feelings for each other. Shantelle thought that she would finally be happy with her husband and their marriage, but s

"You vanished three months before our wedding. You were a multi-billionaire. You had entire blocks named after you. You built schools, funded hospitals... you ran half of Hudsonville from behind the curtain. And then you disappeared. Just like that." He blinked. "I don’t remember any of that." I leaned in, resting my chin on his chest. "You were everything. To everyone. But to me... you were just Kian. The man who loved tea more than coffee, who danced when no one was looking, who read poetry aloud on stormy nights." He chuckled. "Sounds dreamy." I nudged him gently. "Don’t mock." "I’m not," he said softly. "I’m just trying to understand. But none of that feels real to me. I can’t imagine my

“He’s not supposed to get close enough to hurt me. It’s just a contract.” Valeria raised a brow. “You’re signing up to be the wife of a billionaire for three months, pretend or not. That’s not a contract, honey. That’s an emotional hunger game.” City lights smeared across the windshield like rivers of melted gold. Charles rode in the back of his black Bentley, quiet and dark, his face ghosting spindly in the glass. The contract was tucked under his coat like a cocked pistol. His jaw was set. Mind racing. Every possible loophole, risk, and proviso coursed through him like fire ants.

He took out a thick backrest, then a silver pen. "Here is the contract," he said, returning to me, the piercing, unshakable look. I hesitated before reaching out and taking the documents. He moved next to me on the bed, but this time there was nothing sensual in his posture. He was serious, almost distant. I swallowed and looked down on the pages. "Marriage contract between Alessandro Moretti and Livia Romano." Black letters seemed to dance before my eyes. I felt like I was thrown into another reality, as if all of this was just a bad dream. However, it was good, black on white, in front of me.

He was calm, but Emily could also see danger in his demeanor when provoked. “What if I don’t agree?” Her voice was trembling as she released her words. The tension inside the car was very suffocating for her as she felt trapped by a billionaire's secret fake lover offer. After hearing Emily’s refusal, Charles took a black folder and handed it to her. “Well then, you have to pay me a hundred million dollars for not signing this contract,” Charles smirked. Emily opened the black folder and saw the 100-million-dollar amount stated in a collaboration contract from a world-class sports brand. Her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

“He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.” Sarah tapped the desk with her finger to emphasize the train of reasoning in her mind. “He was going to rip her off.” “And she didn’t have that problem with Damien Winter,” Erin concluded. “Which is rather sad when you think about it, finding out you’re only being married for your money. I wonder if Charlotte Ramsey is happy with her British billionaire.” “Erin, you might write happy endings for your stories, but there’s no way you can guarantee them in true life,” her aunt said dryly.

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how