Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

she stuttered. "Oh, Good" Liam commented. "The company is for the Maya's family. And my sons will inherit all of it as soon as I resign" Mr. Maya continued and it was then it drawn to her that; she is not bearing the last name yet. Mr. Maya is only using her; no wedding, even the marriage contract/ form or whatever he promised to give her to sign as a shred of evidence that they are married has not been offered to her yet. Mr. Maya is only playing games with her... Mark might be right, she might lose to Mr. Maya if she's not smart as well.

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b

I asked Cassandra the same question. “Yes we do,” they sounded a positive chorus. “I met Angela and Catherine, Matt’s fiancé, and mother respectively. The problem is that Matt doesn’t appear to like Angela,” I took a break to check if they were concentrating. “So what has that got to do with you? Does he love you instead?” Cassandra sarcastically spewed out, but I wasn’t in that mood. “So they asked me to keep an eye on Matt like a spy, thus, they gave me a contract to find the billionaire’s real love and hint them. Mom, they promised to give me $20,000…”

Liam said, turning her over, being upon her and lowering her panties with his teeth, "the ruthless billionaire got married to a clueless girl, who now, he cannot help but worship." He ripped her panties with his hands and his head was lost between her legs. His tongue met her skin. There was a spark of goodness, then the electrifying sensations began. "You haven't agreed yet!" Elena cried, twisting, but he held her down, laughing into her. Finally exhausted with pleasure, Elena threw her head back and calmed down, the tears in her eyes. One name on her lips. Liam Hemsworth. Her ruthless billionaire boss, now turned husband. The end.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

I tried to lighten the mood. “I know you never cared about family wealth. You are Alessandro, a proud man who built his own wealth from scratch. That’s where your pride lies in, not in what you want to obtain from your grandfather. I know you Alessandro” I frowned at that. I wouldn’t let anyone know my real plans. People tend to destroy good things and this is for a good cause. “Whatever, I am marrying her and, in a year, we are done. I don’t have to get married again, since I tasted it and it was bitter.” I laughed.

Finally, in a tone that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, he said, “Damien Lancaster.” My blood ran cold. No way. Damien Lancaster—the Damien Lancaster—was a billionaire, a ruthless CEO, and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. He was constantly in the headlines, known for his brilliant business acumen and complete lack of interest in relationships. And somehow… I had married him. I felt the room tilt slightly, dizziness washing over me. My fingers dug into the sheets as I struggled to steady my breath. This can’t be real. Maybe I was still dreaming—still trapped in some alcohol-fueled nightmare.

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

“You care about Mrs. Blackwood. Deeply.” Leo jerked away, shoving his hand off. “Don’t touch me.” he shouted. Then Harold smirked. “You know,” he began, “I could make her yours.” with this, Leo froze. “What did you say?” he asked like he hadn't heard him right. Harold leaned in, with his voice dropping lower. “Lira isn’t really married to Damian, It’s a contract marriage. It’s only temporary and just a business deal. .” Leo blinked. “That’s not true.”

Aaliyah stared at her phone, rereading the words as if they might change if she blinked. “CEO’s Contract Marriage Exposed: Inside the Billionaire’s Fake Love Deal.” Her ears rang. The article wasn’t just gossip—it was surgical. Dates. Legal terms. Anonymous quotes that sounded far too familiar. Even pictures from the restaurant the night before, zoomed in on Ethan’s hand covering hers. Her fingers went numb. This wasn’t an accident. Someone wanted to destroy them. She scrolled. Gold-digger. Paid bride. Strategic asset. Each word carved into her chest.