Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

I tried to lighten the mood. “I know you never cared about family wealth. You are Alessandro, a proud man who built his own wealth from scratch. That’s where your pride lies in, not in what you want to obtain from your grandfather. I know you Alessandro” I frowned at that. I wouldn’t let anyone know my real plans. People tend to destroy good things and this is for a good cause. “Whatever, I am marrying her and, in a year, we are done. I don’t have to get married again, since I tasted it and it was bitter.” I laughed.

He held out a folder. “One year. You will be my wife in name and appearance only. In return, I will pay your mother’s medical expenses and ensure you never worry about money again.” I stared at him, unable to believe my ears. My heart pounded but my voice was steady. “What is the catch?” “You follow the rules. You don’t fall in love. When the year ends, we both walk away.” I looked at the folder. I opened it and found a contract, skimming through it. I started at the signature line. At the price of my pride.

Anyone but him would have been fine. *** Everyone eventually left the hall which was looking a lot less perfect than it had been at the beginning of the night. For one the once perfect tall vanilla cake was now smudged, the once filled up chair were now completely empty, the bride was no where in sight, the ex-lover who had been responsible for the chaos was no longer there and then the perfectly charming man, Arlo, who was going to propose, now sat sadly like a deflated Ballon next to the table that held the cake and other decorations.

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

Her name was on the front page. Amara Cole Hale – The Billionaire’s Contract Bride? Her stomach dropped. She snatched the paper, scanning the bold headline, her hands trembling as she read. The article speculated on everything—her sudden marriage, her lack of high-society background, her mother’s illness, even whispers of a deal struck between her family and Lucian’s empire. Grainy photographs accompanied the text: one of her and Lucian at the gala, another of her slipping into the hospital late at night.

“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.”

I had imagined many ways my life might collapse. Losing my job had been one of them. Watching my mother get sick had been another. Even my father's disappearance had crossed my mind during darker moments. But sitting across from a billionaire in a glass tower, staring at a contract that offered to solve all my problems in exchange for a year of marriage, had never been part of those nightmares. The pen sat on the table between us. I kept looking at it, then at the document, then at the man watching me from the other side of the table.

he said softly, leaning closer, "I can help you, beautiful lady." "Don't," Kyle's voice dropped dangerously low, "say that to my wife." I saw his jaw tighten, that subtle tell I'd learned to recognize over years of watching him from a distance. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple - something so uncharacteristic it made me blink. Kyle Branson didn't sweat. Kyle Branson was always perfect, always controlled. A bitter laugh threatened to escape my throat. Of course Daniel would think that. We didn't look like a couple. We looked exactly like what we were - a business arrangement gone wrong. A contract marriage where one party had foolishly fallen in love while the other pined for someone els

No, the heartbreak of my life! "It's a contract stating that you will be officially my wife for five months. I am paying you a hundred million for the five months you will stay with me." Period! Disgustingly simple! pathetic madness! The sky must be turning red for the very first time since its creation, that is why even the aura I am breathing right now is not the usual oxygen. This one is suffocating! It's choking me! I can't breathe at all! Someone bring me back to earth, because I doubt it's where all this nonsense is happening!

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.