Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

Then explain it to me! He gazed at me—and really looked at me—and something in him changed. "This wedding. it's a sham. Selene and me? It's all about finances. She guaranteed my dad's company would make it through if I cooperated." My gut roiled. "And you went along with it? At first, yes. But then I met you." He cleared his throat. "You made me feel like I could breathe again." The admission hung between them like storm clouds.

Ten minutes. That was all it would take to solve the biggest problem in my life. But solving problems often created new ones. "What happens after that?" I asked. "You move into my home." "And we pretend to be married." "Correct." "For a year." "Yes." I stared at him carefully. "People will believe it?" "They will believe whatever I tell them." His confidence sounded almost frightening. I thought about the newspaper articles I had read about him. Young billionaire builds tech empire. Ruthless businessman crushes competitors.

On seeing that he was about to speak, she continued, “You may ask anything you want in return. I'll fulfill them if they are within my abilities.” “First of all,” Niklaus leaned forward and started. “He's not your boyfriend. He's your ex.” Brielle didn't speak, silently agreeing with him. “Second, I'll handle all of them. You just need to be by my side.” Brielle opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short when he shook his head. “As for the dividends, I don't need any.” “But…” “It's my wife's money. I don't need it. But…” Niklaus' calm face broke as a smirk made its way to his lips. “If my wife is willing to pamper me, I'm completely fine with it. In fact, I'd love it.”

The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited. From that moment onwards, I felt trapped. I was bound to a ruthless Billionaire by a contract and by a child. On the night of our wedding, Dominic insisted that I slept in the same room with him. I knew that it was his own way of torturing me. As I laid on the king-sized bed with my back against him, I felt his arms pull me closer to himself. His hot breath lingered against my ear. "You stole from me Lena.." He slowly whispered. His voice dripped with malice. "Now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for it.”

"Kael... you shouldn't be here. They'll call the police. Eleanor…” "Forget them," he interrupted, his voice urgent but softer now. He brushed a limp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch far gentler than the initial pull. "I didn't come empty-handed. This is bigger than their games, Sarah. A huge contract came through my studio yesterday. A big businessman in the city, Victor Harrington, the real estate mogul behind those waterfront towers, needs an interior designer for his new flagship property. A luxury penthouse complex, full custom work. Textures, lighting, art integration, the whole vision. He's seen your old portfolios, the ones from our collaborative shows before your marriage.

“I’ve learnt that nothing about you can be trusted. So we must have a bit of a deal.” Lori picked up the paper, skimming through it. “A marriage contract?!” She exclaimed. “There’s more,” I answered, rather indifferently. Lori’s gaze flickered from the paper to me as I handed her another paper, patiently awaiting another exclamation. But nothing came. I looked up and found her staring at the paper with parted lips. “Is… is this for real?” She stuttered, not tearing her gaze from the paper. “It is real.” “What?” The exclamation finally came, her voice sharp and alarmed.

"I've had a huge crush on him since I was 16, Malea. But back then it just seemed like a dream that would never come true. Why would Lucian King want to marry me when he could have any other girl he wants." I mulled that over. Truly and honestly, I wasn't sure. Lucian did seem to have everything and everyone wrapped around his pinkie, so why would he be interested in someone like my best friend, or me. "Not sure, Ales, but I can assure you, it's because his father gave him an ultimatum." She took a seat on the sofa and tossed her head back, her long black hair grazing the baby blue sofa. "So I'm supposed to believe a billionaire came up to you in a bar and confessed his life to you and then

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…

He had a plain expression like he hadn’t just uttered the craziest words to her. He turned and without sparing anyone a single glance, walked straight out of the hall to disappear leaving so many confused people behind. Emily, topping the list. She had about a hundred things to say about but at that moment, all she could make up was the fact that she had set herself up. She was getting married to a lunatic. A billionaire who somehow managed to be a lunatic. —- Before Emily’s marriage in only a couple of weeks was announced, she had a life before. One she couldn’t just dismiss so easily.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.