Billionaire Contract Marriage For Heirs Novels & Stories

“Then tell me what it is, because from where I’m standing it sounds like the billionaire you robbed just bought you.” The word landed harder than Kessia probably meant it to. Mia sank onto the arm of the couch, suddenly too tired to stand. “It’s a contract,” she said. “One year. He needs a wife to keep his father off his back, I need money, and at the end of it we walk away with the paperwork done and never see each other again.” “And the baby part? Because I definitely heard baby somewhere in that conversation through the door.” Mia looked at her hands. “His father wants a grandchild before he’ll let go of the company. That’s the real deal. Marriage is just the wrapping paper.”

His presence sucked the warmth from the room. I met his stare without flinching. “You understand what I’m offering,” he said finally, with a low and precise voice. “I do,” I replied. “You’re asking me to marry you.” “A legal union,” he clarified. “No romance. No expectations beyond public appearances, occasional press photos, and eventual heirs.” I arched a brow. “You want children?” He leaned back. “My grandfather’s will is explicit. No heirs, no inheritance. And I don’t intend to lose ten billion dollars because of outdated sentiment.”

"Children? Plural?" "At least two, preferably more. I need heirs." "And what do I get out of this deal?" I asked, although a part of me couldn't believe that I was actually listening to him instead of walking away. "One hundred billion dollars on the last day of the contract," he said, as casually as if discussing the weather. "Plus you get to have comfortable living arrangements, clothing, education if you desire it, and anything else you might need during our marriage." The number was so much that I couldn't even believe it.

"I have already moved the $2 million loss-coverage into an escrow account. It will be released to your name the moment you sign the marriage certificate lying on that table." Elena looked at the gold-embossed folder. "Marriage? You want a PR stunt to satisfy your grandfather’s will? That’s the oldest trick in the book, Alexander. Get a different girl." "This isn't for my grandfather. He’s been dead for three years. The press doesn't even know I'm getting married." He turned the folder toward her. "This is a private contract. For 100 days, you live in the Vance Estate. You undergo a series of... medical procedures. Nothing invasive, just blood draws and monitoring. In exchange, I rebuild your

“What kind of leverage?” He looked into her eyes, his expression serious. “A marriage contract,” he said. “If we’re married again—if Chen Couture becomes part of the Cross family’s assets—the board can’t touch it. The syndicate can’t touch it. It’s a loophole in the company’s bylaws—one my father put in place to protect the family’s interests.” “A contract marriage,” she said, the words feeling heavy in her mouth. “You want me to marry you again. Not because you love me. Because it’s the only way to save my business.”

"No.. No it's fine." She recollected herself. Although he had said he'd settle her, money had not been the primary reason for accepting. She wasn't also expecting the sum to be this much. He was remitting 100 million dollars as if it was nothing, offering even double. Are all billionaires this extravagant? She wondered. She decided to go through the rest of the details. It was indeed a detailed one. A part of the contract states that, she is free to walk away from the marriage whenever she wants, if he breaks any of his vows to her. She signed the contract and returned it. He smiled. "You have a curious history. How long have you been a wedding planner?"

he said firmly as she lifted her head to glance at him. "I'm all ears." she encouraged him to continue. "Marry me." "WHAT?" Chloe couldn't control herself not to scream. "A contract marriage. We play a happy couple for one year and in the end of 12 months, you will receive one million dollars." Mr. Bailey explained briefly. "After one year you will be whomever you want. The sky will be the limit." Her surprise turned to anger. "Are you kidding? You don't have the right to propose something like that to me!" she spoke without thinking, gesticulating wildly. "Who do you think you are? You don't own the world!"

Billionaire asked rather proudly with a chuckle at the end and I rolled my eyes at his spiked ego. "No, because I can't stand you" I suddenly mentioned and just like my words were a sharp sword, his annoying yet knee buckling smile got cut off bringing a sly one to my face. "Hey, you're not exactly Megan Fox either. You're not my type y'know." "Bastard" I thought. "And it's not like we'd be really or permanently married, it's a short-term contract, just until I get my inheritance though. Hopefully grandpa likes and trusts you enough" he stated.

“She’s twenty Lee.” “She’s legal and she’s yours for the taking.” Kelley narrowed his eyes as he looked at Mason who’d spoken. “What the hell does that mean?” “Lee also found an old contract, signed by your grandfather and her father, it’s an arranged marriage contract. They receive twenty million dollars from a trust account in the event that you marry their daughter.” “This is great. It’s so great it’s unbelievable!” “Angry sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Kelley.” Kelley felt the frustration rising and he scrunched up the folder that Lee had given him. “I know.”

"Can't help falling in love and wanting to elope without the world watching. You guys want to be alone together. We can turn it into a fairytale romance. Before taking over the company, you had a long honeymoon period to have some time with yourself." It sounds too good to be true. Considering that he gave up his life for this company, three months really isn't much. On the other hand, for three months, he can be himself and find some peace and acceptance of his current situation. "And I don't have to see that Mendez brat in 3 months?" "No." His dad leaned back in his chair and stared at him, making sure he had not missed something. "What exactly is the contract of this marriage?" "This is y