Novel & Cerita Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride

He looked familiar. "So what has got drinking for the first time? " His blue eyes piercing. My mood sour as I remembered what I'd witnessed about an hour ago. "Oh. It's a funny story actually." "I have more than enough time to listen." "I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend." He is quite for a second, clearly not expecting that. "His loss." "Wait, What?" No apology or sympathy?. "Yes, his loss. It is obvious you are a wonderful person. You are kind and smart and beautiful. His loss. " He shrugged, like it's not a big deal that he said all that to someone he just met.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX

“He understands your situation. The debt, your sister’s illness and the… despair. He can fix it.” She shoved the tablet at him. On it was a document titled MATRIMONIAL CONTRACT – TERMS: 12 MONTHS. “In return for your companionship and a public marriage, Mr. Volterra will erase all your debts, guarantee your sister the best medical care in the world, and provide you with a generous settlement upon completion.” “Provided you don’t fall in love with him first, of course.” She said the last part like it was a joke with no punchline.

The way he’d given me Veridian and the air rights and believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. “No.” Eleanor’s smile faltered slightly. “No?” “I’m not taking your money. I’m not canceling the wedding. I’m marrying your son because I love him. Not because of a contract. Not because of money. Because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’d be an idiot to walk away.” “Twenty million dollars—” “Isn’t enough. There isn’t enough money in the world to make me leave him.” Eleanor’s expression hardened. “You’re making a mistake.”

“You drank like you wanted to disappear. And when I tried to leave you there, you followed me.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You’re lying!” He walked over to the table and pulled something from his wallet. A black card. He tossed it onto the bed beside me. "There's money in it. Take it. Treat yourself to something nice. Tell it's a gift for the night." The tears I'd held back finally fell. "What kind of man are you?" I demanded in amazement. "I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!"

he said softly, leaning closer, "I can help you, beautiful lady." "Don't," Kyle's voice dropped dangerously low, "say that to my wife." I saw his jaw tighten, that subtle tell I'd learned to recognize over years of watching him from a distance. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple - something so uncharacteristic it made me blink. Kyle Branson didn't sweat. Kyle Branson was always perfect, always controlled. A bitter laugh threatened to escape my throat. Of course Daniel would think that. We didn't look like a couple. We looked exactly like what we were - a business arrangement gone wrong. A contract marriage where one party had foolishly fallen in love while the other pined for someone els

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

“And if you lose the company, you will also lose your father’s inheritance; the house, the shares, the money, everything baby. Think about it.” It seems like the floor just disappeared under my feet. “You can’t do that. You won't do that.” I sound helpless now. She smiles. “I can, because legally, I control everything until you are married.” she replies mildly. I stare at her in shock. “You’re lying.” She shrugs, unbothered. “You can ask the lawyer if you don’t believe me.” Chloe stands up and crosses the room in a few strides, toward the door. “Think carefully, sister,” she smiles. “Marriage to a billionaire doesn’t sound so bad.” She winks at me and leaves.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.