Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

Beatrice's boyfriend asked and both Beatrice and Briana look at each other while Jack stand there to process what is happening "And are you going out with your secretary now," Beatrice asked showing a disgusting face at Briana "Oh!! You stoop so low, I don't know you are this desperate to get married" Tbc

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

"Huh…, sure. As long as you agree that her marriage starts where Rachel's own stopped. By the way, how much is he owning?" Mr Calvin said, eyeing both Victor and his mother for their indicipline and greediness. "About 50000 dollars. I was suprised that he owned that much. Ni wonder he couldn't concentrate on his job cause he his hiding from thisr he owned " the grandmother replied. "Ok. I will tell my aide to settle Mr Victor's debt tomorrow. However, I will like to spend time with Jennifer before the main marriage process. She might have to go with me today, is that okay with you people?"

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.”

“Layla. WHAT.” “I just found out this morning.” I leaned back against my pillow and stared at the ceiling. “Apparently he arranged it when we were teenagers. Some kind of contract between him and another family.” “Okay.” I could hear her sitting up, the sleepiness completely gone. “More information. Now. Everything.” “He made an agreement with another family years ago when his company was in trouble. They helped him and in return—” I paused. “In return I marry their grandson.” “So you’re actually getting married.” It wasn’t a question.

While laughing, Maria pinched his chin, "You are the ruler, I just want to be the ruler's wife." "He..." Charles raised an eyebrow, liking Maria’s metaphor, "So, Mrs. Ruler, I will be very busy later, I'll leave the land purchase to you." "This..." Maria extended her hand to Charles, a sly smile playing on her lips, "To buy such a large piece of land, money is indispensable, I wonder how much funds you plan to give me to arrogantly buy that land?" Charles flipped a bank card onto her little hand, "Five billion, bring that land back for me!"

he murmured. The ride to Adrian's home was very silent. I sat stiffly at the back seat of his gleaming black Rolls-Royce, hands clasped in my lap. The ring on my hand was a gorgeous, chilly weight, just as the man beside me, thumbing through his phone like he hadn't just committed himself to a complete stranger. Last week, I was a desperate woman with no other options. And now, I am Valentine Sebastian, wife to one of the wealthiest men, a man I barely knew. Tied to a future that felt like a dream.

And now this? “Miss?” I looked up, startled. A man stood before me, his voice vaguely familiar. “I have a job proposal for you.” He said calmly. “What?” “My boss is looking for a wife. A contract wife. You’ll be paid twenty-five million dollars.” I stared at him, my mind struggling to process his words. “Excuse me?” He met my gaze, unflinching. “Would you like to marry Lucas Hawke?”

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”