Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

her voice trembled with remorse. “Stop with the apologies, Claire. Can we just go home and have lunch? The tension between us is killing me.” I nearly groaned with need. Her lips returned back to mine as she kissed me. She finally pulled away. Her lips were pink and slightly swollen from the contact with mine. “I was just about to say the same thing,” she smiled at me. “This contract will be the last contract I accept from Liah's father. You'll never have to see Liah again after this,” he said.

“Hard to say no to a man who can whip up crème brûlée.” I laughed softly. “Actually, I didn’t even know he could cook until the morning after our wedding.” “I get it. So it comes to money, after all.” “Money? I’m… not marrying him for his wealth, that's for sure.” Her brows lifted. “Wait—so if it wasn’t the cooking or the money, then what made you say yes? You’re still so young, Lorraine. And you married a man like Misha…” I paused. The air seemed to shift.

How she’d tried to ruin him when he finally ended it with false abuse claims, staged photos, lies that still haunted tabloids. How she’d come back now because she couldn’t stand seeing him happy with someone who wasn’t her. I listened, tears drying on my cheeks, guilt twisting tighter with every word. When he finished, his voice was rough. “I let her make me doubt love. Made me think it was just another transaction. Then you walked into my life wearing that ridiculous maid outfit, and everything changed.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document, our contract. My breath caught. He tore it in half. Then again. And again, until it was confetti in his fist.

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”

I did not react nor did I rise to whatever level she was. Instead, I calmly reached for my glass of water and took a sip. Lyra’s smile faltered at my lack of extreme reaction. Then, she doubled down on her words, “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?” she continued, her voice rising just enough to draw attention, “Running around with your billionaire husband like you didn’t stab your way to the top—” I raised a single finger, not at her though, but at the waiter. He was already watching and the moment he saw my finger, he approached us.

It was the original, legal copy of the fifty-million-dollar marriage agreement between Jake Thorn and Lisa Sterling. The contract sat on the internet in cold, undeniable black and white. Every single clause was displayed for the world to see: the strict financial payout timeline, the mandatory public appearances, the non-disclosure agreements, and the exact expiration date. The documents exposed their entire relationship as a completely artificial corporate transaction designed solely to appease the Thorn family board and stabilize the stock price during a rocky fiscal year.

A man stood by the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes cold and amused like he was watching a show he'd been waiting to see. Billionaire husband. Louis had spent so much effort trying not to be called that and now it was the only reason he was still alive. "Just let me go," Louis said, his voice dry and cracked. "I have nothing to do with Lorenzo anymore. The contract is over. I'm nothing to him." The man laughed, the sound hollow and empty. "Relax, pretty boy." He stepped closer, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. "Call me Rolox. You'll be here a while."

"It's already done. The debt is too high. My dad found a benefactor to pay for Mom's treatments." "Well, that's great news, right?" He frowned, totally confused by why I was crying. "Why are you crying if your mom is getting saved?" "Because the benefactor is Lucien Knight." Jason froze. The relief on his face twisted into something ugly and sharp. "What did you just say?" "Lucien, your cousin," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "He's paying for everything. But he made my dad sign a contract. I have to marry him, Jason."

Quietly drowning in thought. “ You think I don’t know what your angle is? The internet is a powerful thing Mr Harding. You didn’t think that I would see the countless articles posted each week where you pose with a new girl on your arm? Your assistants, business rivals, celebrities and strangers have stolen a kiss or a night in your bed. They say that your America’s biggest bachelor. You’re just another powerful man and I made a vow a long time ago that I would never enter your world ever again. Then we have Miss Ava Merchant. Your dating somebody Luke and you never thought to mention it when our lips were touching-” I tell at him. I have never felt so angry before, but looking into those be

TITLE: A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE This is just a sneak peak of the story. BLURB Christopher Crawford is the perfect combination of good looks and wealth. He is the rightful heir to Crawford Corporation but to claim his possession, he had to do one thing — Get married. It was easy, he had a girlfriend. The love of his life, so he thought. But she turned his proposal down thus crushing his soul. He vowed not to love again, but still needs to get married in order to get the company. Desperate and eager, he heeded an advise from a friend. A simple and easy contract marriage.