Novel & Cerita Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes holding mine over the rim of the glass. “You play your part for one year. You save your brother. I secure my future. A clean, mutually beneficial exchange.” My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, not just from the shock, but from the horrifying temptation of the number. Ten million. I could give Leo his life back. “And what about the part of the contract that says ‘marriage of genuine affection’?” I challenged him. “How do we fake that? I remember the boy who promised me the world, Alessandro. That boy is dead. And I genuinely despise the ruthless, ice-cold man who replaced him.”

Her name was on the front page. Amara Cole Hale – The Billionaire’s Contract Bride? Her stomach dropped. She snatched the paper, scanning the bold headline, her hands trembling as she read. The article speculated on everything—her sudden marriage, her lack of high-society background, her mother’s illness, even whispers of a deal struck between her family and Lucian’s empire. Grainy photographs accompanied the text: one of her and Lucian at the gala, another of her slipping into the hospital late at night.

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.

“Not marriage. Not money.” “For now,” Evelyn snapped. “And then what? You think it stops there?” His father leaned in, voice low, authoritative. “You will handle this quietly. No responses. No admissions. Let the lawyers stall it out.” “And if it goes to court?” Liam asked. “It won’t,” his father said firmly. “Because we won’t allow it.” Evelyn stepped in front of Liam then, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You’re my fiancé,” she said. “You’re about to become my husband. You will not acknowledge children that aren’t yours.”

“I’ve learnt that nothing about you can be trusted. So we must have a bit of a deal.” Lori picked up the paper, skimming through it. “A marriage contract?!” She exclaimed. “There’s more,” I answered, rather indifferently. Lori’s gaze flickered from the paper to me as I handed her another paper, patiently awaiting another exclamation. But nothing came. I looked up and found her staring at the paper with parted lips. “Is… is this for real?” She stuttered, not tearing her gaze from the paper. “It is real.” “What?” The exclamation finally came, her voice sharp and alarmed.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

The sudden turn of events left him in a state of shock. Olivia continued, her voice steady and determined. "We've been keeping our relationship a secret, waiting for the right moment to announce our love and commitment. That moment is now. We intend to get married, and I am here to support Nathaniel in all aspects of his life, including this inheritance deal." The lawyer, who had been ready to discuss the consequences of the breach of contract, was now faced with an entirely new set of circumstances. His expression shifted from one of surprise to one of professionalism as he addressed the unexpected development.

You can't cancel it," Rapheal asked the girl after giving her their pre-nuptial contract folder. "Still, the one who will lose the most is you and not me. How can a poor woman like me manry a conglomerate like you?" Rapheal said casually without caring about the work contract. "So you are willing to marry me and be my wife?" Rapheal asked questioningly when the plane had started to take off. "You want to marry me? If you want to be with me, of course I won't refuse" Rachel thought that all of this was just a joke from her boss.

Nothing could be more relieving than being in the process of getting a fortune but at the same time, nothing could be more dreadful than being contractually bound to a billionaire who had a million rivals… Everything had really happened so fast this week. I'd signed a three-month contract marriage after having a nightstand with my father's creditor. Way to go!. I was so in love with “Sophia the first” cartoon and oh am I living the life!. The whole wedding process had been done in just four days. “You’re among the first five people who applied for the post..” those were the words of the billionaire's personal assistant when I called to inform her of my interest.. “Whoever gets chosen won't m

On seeing that he was about to speak, she continued, “You may ask anything you want in return. I'll fulfill them if they are within my abilities.” “First of all,” Niklaus leaned forward and started. “He's not your boyfriend. He's your ex.” Brielle didn't speak, silently agreeing with him. “Second, I'll handle all of them. You just need to be by my side.” Brielle opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short when he shook his head. “As for the dividends, I don't need any.” “But…” “It's my wife's money. I don't need it. But…” Niklaus' calm face broke as a smirk made its way to his lips. “If my wife is willing to pamper me, I'm completely fine with it. In fact, I'd love it.”