Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

Why do I keep doing this to myself? "The marriage wasn't fake, Hailey," he says, exasperation dripping from his tone. But I don't give a flying fuck about how frustrated he is right now. He caused it. "My lawyer messed up the deal. Instead of us signing a fake agreement, we actually got legally married by contract," he hesitates, like he's preparing himself to deliver more bad news. "For one year." Ah ha. I knew there had to be more. On Monday, we met at Levi's attorney's office to sign what was supposed to be a fake marriage contract, because Levi insisted that my parents might want proof that we're really married.

"I wasn't lying about paying you back. But I need time." Calloway was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was lower. "I have a better idea." "What?" "Marry me." I blinked. "What?" "A contractual marriage. One year." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You get protection, resources for the baby, a roof over your head. A statement to everyone that you're not some abandoned, pregnant ex-wife." "And what do you get?" I set down the water glass. "What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?"

She replied nonchalantly. Tara gasped in shock, "How many people have you actually signed a contract marriage with?" She arched an eyebrow. "Not much, just five," Sherry shrugged. She loved money a lot and always grabbed any opportunity that would fetch her more money. She signed a contract marriage with Richard after coming back from Mexico. It was a six month contract marriage. Contract Marriage there would be no feelings in the marriage, she already started hating men and she always feels disgusted than happy when a man flirts with her so she didn't have any feelings for him and she was just doing it because of money and would leave soon. Then he proposed to her one day, she rejected him

"That's not it, I mean...if you need a job or something you can tell me...I..." Allan's sentence was cut off, when Eve said back, "I don't need a job! I already have a job! And I don't need your money! You've given me enough! I don't want to trouble you again! Besides, I can't depend on you forever, right? I have to prepare for my future, don't I? If...our one-year marriage contract ends? You don't think I'll be by your side forever, do you? If that happens then I will be financially prepared! So you can't stop me from working here! This was never discussed in our contract! If that's all you have to say, then you should leave! Because I have to go back to work! Sorry, sir! And good morning!"

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

Keith saw Shirley's bewildered expression and immediately reminded her, "This is a multi-billion-dollar contract, and if we mess it up, you should know the consequences!" Upon hearing Keith's words, Shirley felt a tiny bit disappointed deep inside her. Why am I disappointed? What am I even thinking? I'm supposed to be acting, after all! Keith married her for the sake of the child, and another reason was for this important contract! Shirley smiled, although the smile was somewhat forced. Yes, he had been good to her these past few days, but it was all for the child, all to make sure she cooperated and played her role well.

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.”

More than twenty minutes later, Butler Beck came out of the study, holding a contract in his hand, and placed it on the table. “Lady Ella! I think you are a smart person, the contract clearly states that the young master's assets during the two years of marriage can be used at will, you can also use the young master's money to invest in business, when the contract expires, the profits from the investment and business will all belong to you, the young master will not touch and..." Butler Beck carefully read through all the terms of the contract, but one condition in the contract made the butler nervously look at Eugu with hesitation.

I start, but trail off as I have nothing to say. "We'll be married for just six months. After that we'll get a court divorce and you'll be free. I'll still pay for your brother's expenditures though. Also, within those six months of our marriage, I'll be paying you. A hundred thousand dollars each month. So long as you adhere to the marriage rules that will be sent to you, once you agree to marry me." He says and I find myself drowning in thoughts. Can I really marry my boss? As if Mr. Grey hears my thoughts, he speaks up.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.