Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

Yet here he was, standing in front of me, acting as if this kind of thing happened all the time. Had I pushed for the wedding? Had he? Or was this part of something bigger—something I had walked into blindly? I felt sick. Before I could say anything else, a sudden buzzing noise filled the air. Damien’s phone vibrated on the nightstand. Frowning, he reached for it, his expression darkening as he read the screen. Then, with a low curse, he turned the phone toward me. My breath stalled. BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire Damien Lancaster Secretly Ties the Knot in Vegas! Who is the Mystery Bride?

Curiosity gnawed at me, but so did a healthy dose of skepticism. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I tore open the envelope. Inside were crisp legal documents, the words blurring before my eyes in a whirlwind of legalese. As I read, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The contract proposed a marriage. A marriage between me, Olivia Moore, baker, and Ethan Kingsley, billionaire…in name only. The details unfolded: a six-month charade, a hefty financial compensation for me, and complete secrecy. It seemed like a dream – the answer to all my financial woes. Yet, a nagging question echoed in my mind: why?

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes holding mine over the rim of the glass. “You play your part for one year. You save your brother. I secure my future. A clean, mutually beneficial exchange.” My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, not just from the shock, but from the horrifying temptation of the number. Ten million. I could give Leo his life back. “And what about the part of the contract that says ‘marriage of genuine affection’?” I challenged him. “How do we fake that? I remember the boy who promised me the world, Alessandro. That boy is dead. And I genuinely despise the ruthless, ice-cold man who replaced him.”

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.

“You drank like you wanted to disappear. And when I tried to leave you there, you followed me.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You’re lying!” He walked over to the table and pulled something from his wallet. A black card. He tossed it onto the bed beside me. "There's money in it. Take it. Treat yourself to something nice. Tell it's a gift for the night." The tears I'd held back finally fell. "What kind of man are you?" I demanded in amazement. "I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!"

The ground seemed to tilt beneath me. Never signed. “So technically, darling, we’re still very much married.” The word ‘married’ felt like a shackle snapping shut around my ankle. “Secondly,” he continued, his gaze locking back onto mine, intense, challenging, “you have a boyfriend?” He made a soft, dismissive sound. “That’s…painful to hear. But it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t stop me.”

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.”

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.

The wedding, the palace confrontation, the breakfast incident with Jade… all of it. “Can you believe they didn't have cereal or noodles or bread,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially as she tried on a sparkling cocktail dress, “You're kidding right?" She says whipping her head around so fast I worried it might come off. "Does he think he leaves type of billionaire w******l?" "My point exactly." "By the way you have to get that dress" Once we're done we make our way to the counter to pay. I pull out a card to pay and her jaw dropped.

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.