Billionaire Contract Marriage For Heirs Novels & Stories

Everyone's first reaction was, that the cold CEO of the Kenton family, Isaiah Kenton had shown up in the family group chat. The second reaction was, my god, this father and son pair were simply too much, as if they had stepped out of a magazine! They Really wanted to steal Little cutie away! Some really wanted to marry their daughters into that family! It was only because marriage between relatives were forbidden in contemporary society, that the countless family members who had daughters weren't already beating each other's brains out for the opportunity, “Goodness!, my good grandson is too cute, gosh! my son is too handsome!” Grace Kenton was so excited she didn't know who to praise first

I blurted out before I could stop myself. My dad nodded. “The wedding is in two weeks.” “Fuck this!.” She got on her feet. “I’m not getting married to some loser. I’m not getting married just because you failed to save your company the normal way. I’m getting out of here.” “There are consequences.” Mom said quickly just before Chloe could turn her back to leave. “We signed a document, documents. And it said that if we failed to fulfill our part of the contract, both your father and I would have to give up everything we own, including this house and failure to do that would lead us to prison.”

She wondered if he was crazy. "Hi, Aunt Sarah." She heard her nephew walk up to her. "Hey, Alex." She said as she hugged her nephew. Her sick nephew hugged her and she rubbed his head affectionately. She didn't want to get married for monetary reasons, but she looked more desperate. It was gonna be for good if she married him. She could get money for Alex's heart surgery and he would benefit whatever he wanted to benefit from a contract marriage. Sarah picked up the business card and dialled the phone number in, after putting Alex to bed. She had returned from work and after feeding Alex and having dinner, she sat at the table.

"Let's be clear the marriage will be purely contractual, you can do whatever you like but on my terms if you have a girlfriend currently you can let her know but she'd have to sign an NDA. You'll have to live with me and my kids in the main house. My kids are you top priority, you will treat them as though they belonged to you. At the end of 5 years you'll get a sum of 20million dollars as your divorce settlement." Marcel face had contoured into various expressions during the course of the conversation. He wasn't sure he heard quite right. Did he just got proposed to? "You don't have to give me an answer now, I'll give you a couple days to think it over, if you have any questions you can ask

Marcus Wells and Miss Cass Thorton, hereby enter into a legally binding contract marriage agreement. Purpose of the Contract: The purpose of this contract is to facilitate the inheritance and succession of Wells Holdings, ensuring that the company remains within the control of Mr. Marcus Wells and does not fall into the hands of any external parties, including or not including Mr. Wells's scheming cousin. Duration of the Contract: This contract shall be valid and in effect for a period of three years, commencing from the date of signing. After the completion of the three-year term, both parties shall have the option to extend the contract if mutually agreed upon.

Damon I tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating. I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.

"My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And according to his will, I can't inherit his vast fortune unless I'm married." A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? A billionaire can't inherit his own money because he isn't married?" "Apparently not," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The old man believes in traditional values, family legacy and all that jazz." The absurdity of it all washed over me. "So, you need a wife. A fake wife, to appease your cranky grandpa and score a hefty inheritance." "Not exactly a wife," he corrected, his gaze locking with mine. "The contract stipulates a marriage in name only. Public appearances, weekends at his estate – a

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

Of all the scams she pulled, I was by far the most important because of the amount of capital I had, so Kendall wasn't just going to pull a small scam, she was going to pull a scam that would make her a billionaire. The thing was, there was a clause in the marriage contract that I had signed at the time I was blinded by her, a clause that granted practically all of my fortune to her if I wanted to separate from her. I would even give up everything I owned if my fortune wasn't my family's legacy, but I couldn't destroy an entire empire that my ancestors built so hard just because of my recklessness, so I still had to stay married to Kendall.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.