Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

But one thing I'm sure of is that he never thought it would turn into such a daunting request to give me out for marriage. No, it's never too late, all that matters right now is seeing Jimmy, and if It went smoothly, whatever agreement Dad and the Billionaire, which I'm sure to be Christian Grey kind of, had, will be nullified. God, Just don't fail me. “Madam we are here,” The driver said calmly as he grabbed the steering wheel firmly and his head slightly cocked looking at me. “Oh! So soon?” I abruptly snapped, because to be sincere I was far away in my dreamland.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

While laughing, Maria pinched his chin, "You are the ruler, I just want to be the ruler's wife." "He..." Charles raised an eyebrow, liking Maria’s metaphor, "So, Mrs. Ruler, I will be very busy later, I'll leave the land purchase to you." "This..." Maria extended her hand to Charles, a sly smile playing on her lips, "To buy such a large piece of land, money is indispensable, I wonder how much funds you plan to give me to arrogantly buy that land?" Charles flipped a bank card onto her little hand, "Five billion, bring that land back for me!"

I feel a lot of regrets pour on me hearing him say that. He chuckle again. "But my biggest wonder is how you were able to get my cousin. Even get him to marry you. Then I heard about the pregnancy" I feel my eyes tearing up. "You are so smart aren't you? Using the pregnancy to have him all for yourself. Freaking smart. I am amazed I tell you." His eyes scanned me again "A nerd, now a wife to one of the richest men in Terrison" I open my mouth to speak but...

Julian said, his smirk widening into something predatory. “As a maid.” The word hit me like a slap. Maid? I barely knew how to take care of myself, let alone take care for someone rich. Confusion swirled in my chest, but then fear crashed in, cold and heavy as My mind processed the name, Julian took. Julian’s brother. “ Nicholas Volkov “ The name alone sent shivers down my spine. A ruthless billionaire, twice my age, his reputation a dark legend whispered in corners—men vanished, companies crumbled, and women spoke of him in hushed tones of dread.

Finally, in a tone that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, he said, “Damien Lancaster.” My blood ran cold. No way. Damien Lancaster—the Damien Lancaster—was a billionaire, a ruthless CEO, and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. He was constantly in the headlines, known for his brilliant business acumen and complete lack of interest in relationships. And somehow… I had married him. I felt the room tilt slightly, dizziness washing over me. My fingers dug into the sheets as I struggled to steady my breath. This can’t be real. Maybe I was still dreaming—still trapped in some alcohol-fueled nightmare.

He could look for someone else to be his one day girlfriend and pay her. With a heavy sigh, Alex called Victor, his best friend. “Victor, I need your help,” Alex said. “We need to find a wife—and fast.” Victor said. "Sure. Since you told me last night, I've been thinking of this whole girlfriend stuff and something came to my mind." "Spill it," Alex replied, hoping for a favorable answer. "Well, you know what's popular nowadays?" Victor said, lowering his voice slightly. "Contracted marriages."

Ten minutes. That was all it would take to solve the biggest problem in my life. But solving problems often created new ones. "What happens after that?" I asked. "You move into my home." "And we pretend to be married." "Correct." "For a year." "Yes." I stared at him carefully. "People will believe it?" "They will believe whatever I tell them." His confidence sounded almost frightening. I thought about the newspaper articles I had read about him. Young billionaire builds tech empire. Ruthless businessman crushes competitors.