Novel & Cerita Billionaire Contract Marriage For Heirs

he stated firmly. I was surprised Chloe would be CEO; her interests lie more in parties, clothes, and makeup than in business. "Is it mandatory for the heir and heiress to marry?" I asked, earning a sharp look from my father, signalling me to be quiet. "Yes, son, it's necessary as per the agreement. You know the consequences if not," Mr. D'Amario answered. A man in his late 20s handed me the contract papers. I was about to read them when I heard Mr. D'Amario speaking nervously on the phone. He seemed disturbed and worried.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

If this is just a contract, then I’ll play by those rules and nothing else. A new thought creeps in. Maybe I should look for another job. I’m surrounded by wealth here—luxury dripping from every wall, every polished floor, every chandelier that hangs like a reminder of how far away I am from everything familiar. Surely, someone out there in this rich man’s world is willing to pay me better than Noah ever will. And when do I find that opportunity? I’ll resign. No explanations. No regrets. Then I can work and pay off what I owe him so I can be free. The contract will automatically come to an end because, tell me, who exactly in their senses would go ahead to marry someone else while already be

When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting any of this. My head feels too full, my chest too tight. Do they really want me to marry their son? I force myself to speak, even though my voice shakes. “And... what happens after?” Mr Valentino doesn’t hesitate. Not even a second. “The contract lasts two years. You provide an heir. After that, you’re free.” An heir. Not a wife. Not a partner. Just a vessel.

"Miss Elena, while I understand you place complete trust in the President, protocol requires me to outline the core provisions clearly." She offered a silent nod of consent. "First, the execution of a comprehensive prenuptial asset notarization. Second, an expedited wedding timeline coupled with the acquisition of your family's residential property—fulfilling the condition you raised previously." Daniel paused, lifting his gaze to gauge her reaction. "Agreed," she replied flatly, viewing it as settled ground.

It was an addendum to our marriage contract. Clause 7B: Upon provision of one legitimate heir, all debts held under File #0471 shall be considered paid in full, and the contract marriage may be terminated early with a settlement of $5 million to Party B. An heir. A baby. My hand flew to my stomach. "You want me to have your child?" I whispered, horrified.

I guess, this is what you call the power of a name. “Just sign it,” he pulled his body from me, “For whatever reason, you are the one gaining most from this marriage contract. I’ll set a ten-million allowance per month. That’s exclude from an unclaimed inheritance I intend to transfer to your name after we get married.” “My family owns an insane number of private islands, buildings, villas, mansions, and land, you name it. If you want, they’re yours. Of course, you need to meet the condition first.”

Elena said. “The clause activates upon the birth of an heir,” Conrad said. “But to hold permanently to be irrevocable in every jurisdiction, proof against challenge by any surviving relative or business interest the heir must be born within a recognized legal union between Elena Reyes and the father of the child. Not a holding company, not a trust. A marriage.” He paused. “Your grandfather wrote this specifically to prevent anyone using the children as leverage without your consent. The only way those babies are fully protected, legally and financially, beyond any challenge Hale’s lawyers can mount even from a prison cell is if their parents are married when they arrive.”

“You don’t know a single thing about me.” He ignored her, pacing the marble floor like a king surveying a new territory. “It’s a simple contract. Temporary. One year tops, and then we go our separate ways. I get my heir and the keys to the Gray Group; you get the bag and a permanent seat at the table of the elite. We’re talking a billion dollars every month for the entire year we are married, and then a handsome ten billion dollars additional parting gift on the last month.”

“Godwin Railroad must stay in the family. I’m in need of an heir Miss Dubois, preferably a son. I’m willing to pay you two million dollars upon the birth of my healthy heir which you will produce.” Amberleigh burst out laughing. She couldn’t help herself. But by the pissed off holier than thou expression on the billionaire’s face, she soon realized it hadn’t been a joke. “You’re fuckin’ serious?” she asked in disbelief. He sighed, “Deadly serious Miss Dubois. As per the contract you will have one year’s time to either have produced me a healthy heir or have a viable pregnancy. If you have fallen pregnant in one year, the contract will be extended until the time you give birth to the child.