Billionaire Contract Marriage For Heirs Novels & Stories

“ All you have to do is birth an heir to take over the company and when you want to leave, you get 20 million dollars” “ Just like that?” “ Just like that, you don't have to do anything else, you will be my contracted wife, and be the mother of my heir, but that would be it” That would be it. I was at a crossroads, I knew that I needed the money, it seemed pretty urgent also, and he needed me. Was there anything wrong with me accepting it? It would help my parents, Alexis would assist them and that means I wouldn't be subjected to more blind dates, and that would mean both of us, I would also get out of my aunt's hold, but was that worth leaving my kid for?

The old man asked looking hurt and sounded by Dylan's words. "You are the one acting stubborn Grandpa. Ariel has a child for me, she is my responsibility. And I already married her before coming here too, you can't object to our union. I decide who I want to get married to, spend my life with, and also who I love too. Don't force it, Grandpa, it won't work out

“No you aren’t any of those let’s say I’ll give you a home, a family who will treat you as theirs. We can get married here, today in this hall and you kiss your spinster life goodbye. We are getting married for a contracted time. I don't think I want to own you. After the contract expires and you birth me my heir or heiress you’re free to divorce and live anywhere in the world with a $100 million sum.” Her eyes widened in shock at my last sentence. Yes, I am to pay that much or more. “There must be a reason you need a bride this urgent and what’s the statement about birthing an heir or heiress?” “My grandpa has a weak heart, he can't be turned down and he requests to see my bride. I have no

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending. “Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage” “Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce” I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect. I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake. “What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice. “Wake up! You need to see this” I said as I pointed the screen to his face. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through it.

He stood and walked around the desk slowly. “This marriage will be real on paper, but in practice, we'll keep our distance. No media circus, no fairy tale. You'll show up where I need you, smile when I asked, and in exchange, I'll clear your father name and stabilize what's left of Hargrove textiles.” Iris's jaw clenched “that's it?” “I expected you to make it harder.” “Then you're smarter than I thought,” he replied with a smirk. “My legal team will bring the contract document along once it's ready and the marriage will take place in the next ninety six hour. You'll move in immediately after the wedding.”

Adrian** Different kinds of thoughts ran through my mind when I reflected on what happened between Anna and me. At least I am finally done with her. I got what I wanted from our contract marriage, and it will soon come to an end. Maybe I should just divorce her, I thought to myself. I checked my phone and discovered that the business proposal I had been waiting for had just landed in my inbox. It was through this contract marriage that I was able to secure the contract, and now my grandfather's legacy is helping my company flourish. My net worth is increasing, which makes me happy, placing me among the top ten billionaires in New York City.

The roses she had planted with her own hands, the bench where we had sat together, and the stone marker I had placed with her favorite quote. They knew exactly which buttons to push. "Let me see the contract," I said. My father slid it across the desk. I read through the clauses with shaking hands: ~~~ Marriage duration: minimum three years. Compensation: $3,000,000 USD upon completion of contract term. Public appearances: as required by Julian Blackwood. Living arrangements: shared residence. Grounds for early termination: breach of contract, infidelity, failure to maintain public image. Penalty for early termination by Lena Carter: forfeiture of all compensation.

Richard rubbed his jaw lightly. “The man said billionaires executives do it all the time now,” he muttered. “As if marriage has become some kind of corporate strategy.” “It probably has for some people,” I said before thinking too deeply about it. His gaze shifted back to me immediately. “You’ve actually seen that happen before?” “Yes.” He looked mildly surprised. I folded my hands loosely in my lap. “One of Harry’s cousins had a contract marriage years ago.” Richard’s brows lifted slightly. “What for?” “Inheritance.” That got his attention.

Underneath, in thick capitals, it said, THE ROTHWELL STEPDAUGHTER AND THE HALF-MILLION-POUND DEBT. Beneath that, in smaller type, THE CHRONICLE HAS SEEN DOCUMENTS SHOWING THAT AN EXECUTIVE'S WIFE BORROWED FOR YEARS IN SECRET, AND THAT HER DAUGHTER, 23, WAS NAMED AS GUARANTOR. "It doesn't say I signed," I said. "It says you were named." Mrs. Abara sat down opposite, with her hands folded. "That is how they do it, child, they print the truth in the shape of a lie."