Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

Now there were just four of us. “Getting married,” I muttered. His eyes widened as he looked at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was horrified. “No kidding, who's the unlucky girl? Tell me about her.” “We just met, so I don't know much.” “That's all you know about your wife:-to-be?” “She's pretty, and she stole from me.” “Wait, let me get this straight. Someone stole from you and you decided that you'd get back at her by marrying her.”

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

I have heard about him, and they weren't pretty, the words I have been told weren't nice at all, but how was this him? He was warm and delightful and he wanted me for a contracted wife, that was a big leveling up from Maxwell who was just an heir. “ I need time,” I spoke out. “ I need time to think and process this,” “ You can take all the time you want, in ten minutes, I will be waiting for an answer” “By time, I meant more than ten minutes” “ That is how much time I'm willing to give, think of it Nortia, 20 million dollars and your parents will be catered for, all you have to give in exchange is an heir and be my contracted wife”

I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “I don’t know what kind of crazy game you intend on playing, but whatever it is, I don’t have time for— “One hundred million dollars.” I reeled back, not sure if I had heard right. “Excuse me?” “Every month for three years. And all you need to do is marry me.” “I don’t understand.” my confusion made the words come out as a dry laugh. “It’s simple. I want you to be my contract bride for the next three years. There will be an option for you to give me an heir, but that part will be explained in the fine print.” “A hundred million a month? That’s more than three billion in three years!” My brain refused to accept the information. Was I having a stroke?

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Reinstate the engagement? A fake one?” “Yes. For three months. And during that time, you’ll need to convince his grandfather that you don’t want to get married immediately. Simply delay the wedding for those three months.” Vienna stared at her, processing the words. “Why? Because he’s blind now and needs me, after his so-called lover abandoned him?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Kellie smiled faintly, realizing Vienna already knew the situation. “I’m only here to deliver his message. And it won’t be for free. Your mother needs surgery, and your sister needs money for her exams. If you agree, Mr. Alan will cover your mother’s operation and help with your sister’s education.”

She could not even respond, because what would she say? Christopher knew of her financial situation, and that was why she had even agreed to marry him in the first place. Celine’s cheeks grew red with embarrassment and hate as she looked at Christopher in disgust, shocked that he could go so low as to call her out. “Before you even go to a lawyer, think about the money you will use to pay him. Now leave my sight,” he said before walking away from her. Celine fell to the ground in tears. Days later, the time for Cassia and Nathaniel’s wedding was finally here.