Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

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 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.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

“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

I couldn't be any worse! A figure emerged from the shadows. “Looking for someone?” he sneered. I tackled him, fists flying. “Where is she?!” I demanded, my voice echoing. The stranger stumbled back, revealing a twisted grin. “Layla's...mine now.” “What?!” I gazed at him. “She is my wife! Are you out of your mind?” “Stop!” He screamed. “Stop calling her your wife! It pisses me off.” This guy's crazy!

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

“And if you lose the company, you will also lose your father’s inheritance; the house, the shares, the money, everything baby. Think about it.” It seems like the floor just disappeared under my feet. “You can’t do that. You won't do that.” I sound helpless now. She smiles. “I can, because legally, I control everything until you are married.” she replies mildly. I stare at her in shock. “You’re lying.” She shrugs, unbothered. “You can ask the lawyer if you don’t believe me.” Chloe stands up and crosses the room in a few strides, toward the door. “Think carefully, sister,” she smiles. “Marriage to a billionaire doesn’t sound so bad.” She winks at me and leaves.

Adrian was nowhere to be seen in the main area, so I wandered down a hallway until I spotted a private room door left slightly ajar. Voices drifted from within. Adrian’s friends. “…so the shareholder confirmed it,” one voice said. “Good,” Adrian replied, his tone satisfied. “That’s what I came for.” I froze. He hadn't come here for a drink; he’d come for a deal. Another voice laughed. “Look at you. Running around for business while your wife waits outside.” Adrian sighed, sounding exasperated. “Don’t start.” “Oh, come on,” the friend continued. “That sham marriage of yours must be exhausting.”

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

I said, breaking the kiss, as I couldn't stare at him. "Wow! Ugly Freya just rejected a billionaire's kiss?" He asked with a smile on his face. Seemingly unembarrassed nor shy. "It's against the contract, Mr. Smith," I said slowly and quietly. "And what if the contract disappears?" He asked, as shock and confusion were written all over my face. But then, Michael would be hurt for the second time. The truth about my love life with Ambrose, his brother...