Novel & Cerita Contract Lover To The Billionaire Bride

I figured she’d want that better than for me to waste a lot of time trying to figure out how to tell her. She still looked tensed but she relaxed. Only a little. She looked around the room then decided there was no harm to be done if she agrees to hear me out so she nodded. “I need a wife and you seem like you'd be well suited for the job. It’s a contract marriage and once what I need you for is done, you’re free to go. I’ll pay you a good sum of money as well as securing your spot at the gallery so you don’t even have to compete with the rest of them. I have a written contract ready”. I slid it to her, all you have to do is go through it and decide if you want to go through with it or not.

I asked Cassandra the same question. “Yes we do,” they sounded a positive chorus. “I met Angela and Catherine, Matt’s fiancé, and mother respectively. The problem is that Matt doesn’t appear to like Angela,” I took a break to check if they were concentrating. “So what has that got to do with you? Does he love you instead?” Cassandra sarcastically spewed out, but I wasn’t in that mood. “So they asked me to keep an eye on Matt like a spy, thus, they gave me a contract to find the billionaire’s real love and hint them. Mom, they promised to give me $20,000…”

A listless, and astonished voice comes through the door. -OMG I can't believe it, look who is Jeff the millionaire, wow, I heard you got married, and well she is your wife now, I saw it in the papers, I thought your wife was living the high life, I didn't imagine she worked for you," says the black haired girl. -Yes I am his wife, and well I haven't had time to be using money, besides I'm not the kind of person who spends money, I'm not that kind of woman," says Lucrecia.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

"What?!" Don't you understand English? I ask inwardly, wishing so desperately to spill that out. "Let's sign a marriage contract. I do not like you and you do not like me. Let's get married for a few years and according to the contract, we will be divorced. That way, our parents will be satisfied and we will be too, especially me because I don't have to be stuck with you forever." He does not say anything again. Why is he hesitating? Does he want a forever-deal marriage? Even if he wants, that would never be with me. I am way beyond his league. He might be a billionaire but I am beyond his league.

Now there were just four of us. “Getting married,” I muttered. His eyes widened as he looked at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was horrified. “No kidding, who's the unlucky girl? Tell me about her.” “We just met, so I don't know much.” “That's all you know about your wife:-to-be?” “She's pretty, and she stole from me.” “Wait, let me get this straight. Someone stole from you and you decided that you'd get back at her by marrying her.”

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

he murmured. The ride to Adrian's home was very silent. I sat stiffly at the back seat of his gleaming black Rolls-Royce, hands clasped in my lap. The ring on my hand was a gorgeous, chilly weight, just as the man beside me, thumbing through his phone like he hadn't just committed himself to a complete stranger. Last week, I was a desperate woman with no other options. And now, I am Valentine Sebastian, wife to one of the wealthiest men, a man I barely knew. Tied to a future that felt like a dream.

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.