Novel & Cerita Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride

And now this? “Miss?” I looked up, startled. A man stood before me, his voice vaguely familiar. “I have a job proposal for you.” He said calmly. “What?” “My boss is looking for a wife. A contract wife. You’ll be paid twenty-five million dollars.” I stared at him, my mind struggling to process his words. “Excuse me?” He met my gaze, unflinching. “Would you like to marry Lucas Hawke?”

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

Anyone but him would have been fine. *** Everyone eventually left the hall which was looking a lot less perfect than it had been at the beginning of the night. For one the once perfect tall vanilla cake was now smudged, the once filled up chair were now completely empty, the bride was no where in sight, the ex-lover who had been responsible for the chaos was no longer there and then the perfectly charming man, Arlo, who was going to propose, now sat sadly like a deflated Ballon next to the table that held the cake and other decorations.

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

I go on, standing tall even as my heart thunders. “You married me. You paraded me in front of your family. So whether Elise likes it or not, I will be at that gala. As your wife.” His silence is loud, and for a second I wonder if I’ve pushed too far but then he chuckles in surprise. “ This necklace is worth millions of dollars. Other women are dying to get something like this and you're telling me…” “ I'm not like other women”, I cut his words off. “I'm Lila”.

I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “I don’t know what kind of crazy game you intend on playing, but whatever it is, I don’t have time for— “One hundred million dollars.” I reeled back, not sure if I had heard right. “Excuse me?” “Every month for three years. And all you need to do is marry me.” “I don’t understand.” my confusion made the words come out as a dry laugh. “It’s simple. I want you to be my contract bride for the next three years. There will be an option for you to give me an heir, but that part will be explained in the fine print.” “A hundred million a month? That’s more than three billion in three years!” My brain refused to accept the information. Was I having a stroke?

She's probably with her boyfriend, Kyle. "This is not what we agreed upon. The contract clearly stated that he's to marry the first daughter not the second." Lenora’s voice rose in anger. "Nora, calm down; we can discuss this later." Margaret attempted to pacify her. There was even a contract? And my father agreed to sign my life away? "Don't tell me to calm down. After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? You had one job, Margaret." Lenora continued, her voice tinged with rage.

He assured her, "All you've to do is act as my bride to be for a week and after the wedding, we get a divorce after at most, three months." He explained further. "Mister DeMarco, I..." "Astrid please," he pleaded with her, fearing she was going to refuse, "I'll pay you very well. All you've to do is fake being my fiancé for a week and my wife for two to three months. Don't worry, cause I won't touch you during those periods and after our contract ends, we go out separate ways. I won't even be in touch with you after that." He assured her,

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b

Finally, someone acknowledged my knocking. I didn't bother to yell my name but waited patiently for the person to open the door. "Hi…" it wasn't any of the Tatum sisters I knew. "I'm here to see Layla Tatum." I was quick with my point. Kaiden's wedding postponing was going so viral on the internet with headlines like *REJECTED! THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE HAS BEEN REJECTED BY HIS BRIDE!" Why would anyone even cook up such nonsense even after they were told that he was slightly injured.