Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

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.

“You care about Mrs. Blackwood. Deeply.” Leo jerked away, shoving his hand off. “Don’t touch me.” he shouted. Then Harold smirked. “You know,” he began, “I could make her yours.” with this, Leo froze. “What did you say?” he asked like he hadn't heard him right. Harold leaned in, with his voice dropping lower. “Lira isn’t really married to Damian, It’s a contract marriage. It’s only temporary and just a business deal. .” Leo blinked. “That’s not true.”

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

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.

“We can’t find her. She left no note. No trace. We were trying to call relatives—” “I don’t care,” I cut in. “You have another daughter.” She flinched. “Natasha?” “Yes. The one in medical school. The one you didn’t offer.” “She refused,” the mother whispered. “We begged her. She wouldn’t do it.” I pulled out my phone, my patience long gone. “If I don’t get a bride today, you’ll repay everything. With interest. And you’ll face a lawsuit for fraud and breach of contract.” Her face crumbled. “Please, don’t do this—”

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

"Les, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?" "Isn't it a bad thing?" She pivots on the couch seat to gaze at me. "It's just not sitting right with me, Dawny. That's all. It's a little questionable. You have to agree with me on that." Leslie takes a big bite from the lasagna. "This handsome guy meets you, likes you enough to take you out on a date, and the same night proposes marriage. It's all a bit rushed." She situates her gaze on my face. "Don't you think he wants something from you? Something more than plain marrying you?" What does she mean by that?

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.”

She sighed before continuing, "I spoke to the Niel family and they agreed to invest in our business and make it rise but on one condition, they want you to marry their son, Cole." Katiya was dumbstruck, she was only 19 years old and she knew the Second Master, Cole Niel. He was one of the most eligible bachelors of the Oscaria but he had a tragic past that was kept a secret from the public. Noticing her discomfort Alexia quickly added, "I already rejected the offer. I couldn't marry you off to the Niels because of money for medical bills. Your father wouldn't forgive me if I did that. I'd call them to….”

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!