Novel & Cerita Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride

I read aloud what was written in the papers so he could hear me. “Do you have a problem with that?”, he said smirking devilishly. “Do I have a problem with that?”, I asked back. “what!, am I some bounty for you?, do I look like some of those girls in the novels who gets married to a Billionaire man just because she has no say to it?. I am so sorry sir but you can't intimidate me with your money.” He looked at me and got up from his chair, leaned over and kissed me.

“Your youth, perhaps. And a pretty enough face. But the Moretti name carries centuries of expectation. Bloodlines. Standards. One wonders how long it will take before we get here.” The words sliced deep. “I married your son not because I wanted to,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not the name. Not the house. Not the centuries of whatever you think makes you superior. It's a contract marriage, or have you forgotten?” Adrian finally looked up from his phone. His jaw tightened. “Sarah, let’s not turn dinner into a debate.”

A mischievous smile crossed his face as he continued, "Well, well, well, the proud peacock is right in front of me. It's quite a shame to see mighty Lisa stooping so low as to be my secretary." She smiled back at him and asked, "Isn't it obvious, Mr. George?" "This isn't stooping low, it's called business," she replied confidently. “As the billionaire businessman you claim to be, I think you should know a thing or two about business, this contract marriage is all business. I'm just playing my part by working for you, just like you played yours by giving my dad a loan. So let's keep it professional here. We don't know each other beyond our roles as employee and boss in this company.”

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

"It was necessary. That marriage deal is what was stopping us from accepting our feelings from one another. I know that you've been straying away from me because of that. I hated it that we couldn't be something more, because I really do want more than that." Veena gasped when he took out a small velvet box and he kneeled on one knee. "Veena Harrison. You were my wife but this time I wanted to make this marriage between us right. No more marriage contracts, no more business deals. The first woman I have ever loved and bedded. The first woman who has ever captured this ruthless billionaire's heart. Will you marry me?" Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hugged Lois tightly. "Yes." Lois sighe

Still, he didn’t just let me go without a few reminders. I stepped into the cafe with a wide grin on my lips. “You’re late.” I rolled my eyes at Zhuri, sitting at the corner booth. “By three minutes. At least, we’re free to go wherever we want.” I took a seat across the table. “Really? That’s new. Where’s your loverboy?” “You mean my husband?” This time, she rolled her eyes. “Unless you have another one, then it’s him. The controlling but hot billionaire.”

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

Curiosity gnawed at me, but so did a healthy dose of skepticism. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I tore open the envelope. Inside were crisp legal documents, the words blurring before my eyes in a whirlwind of legalese. As I read, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The contract proposed a marriage. A marriage between me, Olivia Moore, baker, and Ethan Kingsley, billionaire…in name only. The details unfolded: a six-month charade, a hefty financial compensation for me, and complete secrecy. It seemed like a dream – the answer to all my financial woes. Yet, a nagging question echoed in my mind: why?

I couldn't be any worse! A figure emerged from the shadows. “Looking for someone?” he sneered. I tackled him, fists flying. “Where is she?!” I demanded, my voice echoing. The stranger stumbled back, revealing a twisted grin. “Layla's...mine now.” “What?!” I gazed at him. “She is my wife! Are you out of your mind?” “Stop!” He screamed. “Stop calling her your wife! It pisses me off.” This guy's crazy!