Billionaire Contract Lover Novels & Stories

Sienna rolled her eyes and continued to read over the contract. “Good. Oh, and I expect your bed to be empty, as will mine. You will be my wife, and I see no other woman worthy to sleep next to me. If you have anything to add or wish to change, write it on the last page.” The billionaire added as the car came to a stop. He looked past the waitress and out of her window; the apartment she lived in looked like a dump. Windows were smashed, and trash was scattered across the floor. The building itself was beginning to fall apart, and Declan wondered how people were still living here. Surely that was a danger. “What if I refuse your offer?” The waitress asked and looked at the billionaire, that

"Was the kidnapping a runaway attempt? Were you trying to leave me for him?" Lorenzo walked toward the bed with his eyes wild. "He's not even a billionaire, Louis. He's not even close to what I am." "Lorenzo…" "You forget where I picked you from." Lorenzo's voice was low and venomous. "A cheap commercial. A pretty face I saw on a screen. You were nothing. I made you something and fulfilled my end of the contract." Something in Louis snapped. "You weren't even concerned!" Louis was on his feet now, shouting, his voice raw.

My chest tightened as I stared at the headline that flashed across the screen. “Billionaire Marries Mystery Woman – Scandal Erupts” Then another. “Homewrecker? Questions Surround Vera Gold” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. “No…” It was everywhere. Every screen I checked, every angle, and they all made me look guilty. I swallowed hard as my throat went dry. “They are all lying?” I whispered, “Why?” Besides me, I felt Sylas go still. Then, his expression darkened, “Of course,” he whispered under his breath, “It has started,”

“Then you just… kept staying.” “I didn’t have a choice, Clara. You know that.” “Now you do.” A small, genuine smile touched my lips. “Yes. Now I do.” She reached across the scarred wooden table and squeezed my hand, her grip warm and grounding. “So, what’s the endgame? You just vanish from the great Adrian Michael’s life forever? Like a ghost finally finding peace?” “That’s exactly the plan.” “And the money?” Clara’s brow furrowed slightly. “The ten million. It’s supposed to be transferred the moment the contract expires, right?”

At eight o’clock, Daniel Murphy drove them to Xavier’s company building, which stood proudly at the center of Florence, exuding an aura that matched its owner’s reputation as a top businessman. As Aria was about to get out of the car, Xavier abruptly tossed a document her way. “There’s a cocktail party tonight, attend it on my behalf. If you can get Victor Laurent to sign the contract, you’ll receive a 70,000 dollar commission,” he instructed. Aria was stunned by the offer. She stared at the contract in her hand in shock, as if it were a ticking time bomb. She knew this was a really tough job. Victor Laurent, the CEO of Florence RT Foreign Enterprise, was bisexual and infamous for his abusiv

How did she even meet someone like Matthieu? "The most eligible billionaire bachelor in the country reaches out to his worst enemy from highschool for a contract marriage for reasons no one knows. Is he trying to cover up a dark secret or does he just need a wife to birth him and heir?" He stared into space, his fingers spread out in the air like he was holding a newspaper. "That would look beautiful on the news, wouldn't it?" "Christopher and I are not in any form of contract marriage." I didn't care if he already knew about the contract, I wasn't going to admit to it.

“Or because you felt obligated. Because the contract has another eighteen months and walking away early would violate the terms. Because—” “Stop.” I crossed the space between us, fury making me reckless. “Are you seriously questioning whether I love you? After everything? After Maine and Milan and every night we’ve spent together? After I’ve given you every part of myself?” “My mother offered you twenty million dollars. Twenty million. And you said no because you love me? Diana, people don’t turn down that kind of money for love. They turn it down because they’re afraid of breaking a contract. Because they’re worried about losing what they already have. Because—”

My palm became sweaty again, Nath was asking for a real marriage not just a relationship even after the contract ended. It has never been my intention to get involved with anyone who was way richer than me. I only got into this contract marriage with Nath because I needed the promotion which would have been a way for me to get what I wanted. Joel dropped me at home and I didn’t go into the room we shared, rather, I went into my previous room to get myself back together before I appeared before Nath again. Nath got the look and the body built, but then he was just too wealthy for me.

"I don't have time for sentimental relationships. This is purely business. You need money; I need marital status. A win-win." Hazel felt her body tremble. All of this was too absurd to digest in one night. Theo narrowed his eyes, as if reading the doubt on Hazel's face. "The consideration is simple, Miss Gabriella. I pay all your mother's hospital bills. In return, you become my wife for a year." For several seconds, Hazel couldn't say anything. Those words echoed in her mind, blurring both her logic and fear. "So... what's your decision?" Theo added coldly, as if Hazel's answer was merely a formality that wouldn't change his decision.

"She's broken me..." "Cut it out bro," Cole chided him, "Seems like you've forgotten who you're. You're a DeMarco. Robin DeMarco, CEO of DeMarco and Sons. One of the city's youngest billionaires." He reminded him, as if he'd forgotten who he was. "Do you know the countless ladies that would die for this position Julie has missed? Do you? Do you know how many ladies would want to be your fiancé, even just for a day?" He asked him,