Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

Her name was on the front page. Amara Cole Hale – The Billionaire’s Contract Bride? Her stomach dropped. She snatched the paper, scanning the bold headline, her hands trembling as she read. The article speculated on everything—her sudden marriage, her lack of high-society background, her mother’s illness, even whispers of a deal struck between her family and Lucian’s empire. Grainy photographs accompanied the text: one of her and Lucian at the gala, another of her slipping into the hospital late at night.

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

The way he’d given me Veridian and the air rights and believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. “No.” Eleanor’s smile faltered slightly. “No?” “I’m not taking your money. I’m not canceling the wedding. I’m marrying your son because I love him. Not because of a contract. Not because of money. Because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’d be an idiot to walk away.” “Twenty million dollars—” “Isn’t enough. There isn’t enough money in the world to make me leave him.” Eleanor’s expression hardened. “You’re making a mistake.”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!

-I heard rumors over there, that you had married because of a contract that unites you, that is real, and I also want to know if you enjoyed your honeymoon, that is, if there was a night of passion between you, because when there is a contract of interest, you can't make love with the other person, you are having problems with the marriage, or is it me that there was a love triangle around here, apparently, we have a minute listening to everything," says the impertinent reporter. Blonde Lucrecia instantly pulls herself together to give them what the press wants to hear just to cover their mouths, even though they both know they are still pure virgins. -There is no love triangle, we have no m

She didn't deny the statement. Theo continued without hesitation, "And I need a wife to maintain my company's reputation." His strong hand reached for a document atop the desk, then placed it gently before Hazel. The white paper looked simple, but Hazel knew its contents were likely more complex than they appeared. "This is a business marriage," he said flatly. "Nothing more, nothing less." The word "marriage" echoed in Hazel's head, making her world shake violently. Marriage? This must be a joke.

Anyone but him would have been fine. *** Everyone eventually left the hall which was looking a lot less perfect than it had been at the beginning of the night. For one the once perfect tall vanilla cake was now smudged, the once filled up chair were now completely empty, the bride was no where in sight, the ex-lover who had been responsible for the chaos was no longer there and then the perfectly charming man, Arlo, who was going to propose, now sat sadly like a deflated Ballon next to the table that held the cake and other decorations.

“Layla. WHAT.” “I just found out this morning.” I leaned back against my pillow and stared at the ceiling. “Apparently he arranged it when we were teenagers. Some kind of contract between him and another family.” “Okay.” I could hear her sitting up, the sleepiness completely gone. “More information. Now. Everything.” “He made an agreement with another family years ago when his company was in trouble. They helped him and in return—” I paused. “In return I marry their grandson.” “So you’re actually getting married.” It wasn’t a question.