Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

"It was necessary. That marriage deal is what was stopping us from accepting our feelings from one another. I know that you've been straying away from me because of that. I hated it that we couldn't be something more, because I really do want more than that." Veena gasped when he took out a small velvet box and he kneeled on one knee. "Veena Harrison. You were my wife but this time I wanted to make this marriage between us right. No more marriage contracts, no more business deals. The first woman I have ever loved and bedded. The first woman who has ever captured this ruthless billionaire's heart. Will you marry me?" Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hugged Lois tightly. "Yes." Lois sighe

Still, he didn’t just let me go without a few reminders. I stepped into the cafe with a wide grin on my lips. “You’re late.” I rolled my eyes at Zhuri, sitting at the corner booth. “By three minutes. At least, we’re free to go wherever we want.” I took a seat across the table. “Really? That’s new. Where’s your loverboy?” “You mean my husband?” This time, she rolled her eyes. “Unless you have another one, then it’s him. The controlling but hot billionaire.”

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.

I asked Houston. Isabella asked. "Seriously, how a guy like you got a woman like Carmen to get married to just for a million dollars will forever remain a mystery to me. She's putting up with your bullshit just for the cash. She is so nice ...I think that she must have been high when she agreed to be your wife. Do you think that you can stop trying just because you are on a honeymoon? You are the one who made her mad! Of course, you have to put in the effort and apologize!" She told me.

How did he find it? The lamp on her bedside table was dim and golden, not the harsh white light he used to prefer for late-night reports. There were even those scented candles, apple cinnamon, her comfort scent. She’d lit one tonight, just to see if it still made her feel safe. It did. It did too well. I kept on thinking of Damian's attitude today. His change of personality. The headlines today was "Nations first love Lira Hart and Billionaire husband's happy marriage."

I read aloud what was written in the papers so he could hear me. “Do you have a problem with that?”, he said smirking devilishly. “Do I have a problem with that?”, I asked back. “what!, am I some bounty for you?, do I look like some of those girls in the novels who gets married to a Billionaire man just because she has no say to it?. I am so sorry sir but you can't intimidate me with your money.” He looked at me and got up from his chair, leaned over and kissed me.

Elena's hand found mine on the cushion between us before Farah even asked her first real question, and I let myself hold it in front of a recording device for the first time in either of our lives. "The marriage began as a contract," I said, deciding before I finished the sentence that I would not soften it, would not perform a romance neither of us had actually felt in that very first week. "My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all."

He assured her, "All you've to do is act as my bride to be for a week and after the wedding, we get a divorce after at most, three months." He explained further. "Mister DeMarco, I..." "Astrid please," he pleaded with her, fearing she was going to refuse, "I'll pay you very well. All you've to do is fake being my fiancé for a week and my wife for two to three months. Don't worry, cause I won't touch you during those periods and after our contract ends, we go out separate ways. I won't even be in touch with you after that." He assured her,

“I didn’t want to lose you.” He swallowed. “And yet,” he said, “you did the one thing guaranteed to make that happen.” She reached for him again, slower this time, like approaching a wounded animal. “Please,” she begged. “Give me another chance. We can fix this. We can go to therapy. I’ll do anything.” He shook his head. “No.” The word landed solidly. Final. Her eyes widened. “No?” she repeated faintly. “The wedding is over,” Liam said. Just like that.