Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

_______(3 weeks later and the wedding is over) Lucian's POV Ales and I didn't go on a honeymoon. I told the press it was because of work, which was partly true but honestly I just didn't like the idea of parting from my work for so long and being on a vacation that was meant for a couple who love each other. But the outcome of the wedding was amazing. Now being the CEO and sole owner of King Enterprises, a billionaire company, was the best possible outcome that could come out of an ultimatum. "Mr. King, your new assistant is ready for the job." My secretary buzzed in from the intercom.

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”

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.

“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.

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”

Then explain it to me! He gazed at me—and really looked at me—and something in him changed. "This wedding. it's a sham. Selene and me? It's all about finances. She guaranteed my dad's company would make it through if I cooperated." My gut roiled. "And you went along with it? At first, yes. But then I met you." He cleared his throat. "You made me feel like I could breathe again." The admission hung between them like storm clouds.

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

Aaliyah stared at her phone, rereading the words as if they might change if she blinked. “CEO’s Contract Marriage Exposed: Inside the Billionaire’s Fake Love Deal.” Her ears rang. The article wasn’t just gossip—it was surgical. Dates. Legal terms. Anonymous quotes that sounded far too familiar. Even pictures from the restaurant the night before, zoomed in on Ethan’s hand covering hers. Her fingers went numb. This wasn’t an accident. Someone wanted to destroy them. She scrolled. Gold-digger. Paid bride. Strategic asset. Each word carved into her chest.

He scoffed, “I had a fiancée but I broke off that engagement months ago, long before I met you. She was only here the other day because she came by for something in the neighbourhood. That was the last time she will ever be here.” I looked into his eyes searching for the truth, Tonia mentioned something about his broken engagement, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other women, of course, he is Asher Prescott, the man with commitment issues, the emotionally unavailable billionaire who can have any woman he wants. Men like him don't fall for women like me. They go for women with power and pedigree, women born into generational wealth like his ex-fiancée, or Elena, the poised and perfect w