Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

Katie's POV I never thought I would marry a billionaire, let alone enter into a contract marriage with one. But when life throws you a curveball, you either catch it or let it hit you in the face. And I had caught that curveball, or so I thought. It all started with a high-profile event that my boss had assigned me to plan. It was for Alexander Grey, the CEO of Grey Enterprises, and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York City. He was a mystery to most people, but to me, he was just another client.

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.

"There is no us. I barely know you." "And I know you well enough to choose you anyway." "This is insane. You and your brother can't just decide to use my financial situation as some kind of game. Is this a bet? Are the two of you toying with me? What exactly are you hiding?" "I'm not hiding anything. Marry me for two years. After that, we divorce, amicably, and you walk away with everything you need." "A contractual marriage with an expiration date." She shook her head. "How ridiculous does that sound out loud?” She raised a brow, “You can't just buy people because you happen to have the money."

And he had taken it, spent it, erased it like it meant nothing. "The lawyer's appointment on Monday is cancelled," he continued. "I took care of it this afternoon." This afternoon. While I was serving champagne at Cassie's party, he was destroying my escape route. "However," he said, pulling a folder from his desk drawer, "if you agree to this marriage, I'll give you something better than that trust fund. I'll give you three million dollars." The number hung in the air between us.

“It’s a contract, Paige. A business arrangement.” “You signed a contract to marry a man you just met.” “Yes.” “A man who happens to be one of the most powerful billionaires in New York.” “Yes.” “And also, if the photos are any indication, possibly the hottest man alive.” Despite everything, I laugh. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

I tried so hard to recall if I had a thing with him before but none could remember. He bent his head over to me, his eyes piercing through mine and he studied me as if I were a problem that only he could solve. “That’s what makes this fun.” He handed me the document without any further words. Pages of legalese—but the bold title at the top said it all: Contractual Marriage Agreement. “You want to marry me?” I laughed bitterly trying to understand the message passed on by the . “What is this, billionaire pity?” “Revenge,” he said softly.

A Billionaire who can help their business to prosper and be known all over the world. She tried to escape on the night of their engagement party but was unsuccessful that's why she had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage offered to her by the mysterious, heartless but handsomely cold Billionaire – Stefano Vanderbilt. Their agreement was that their marriage would only last for three years and then Stefano would help her escape and hide from her family after that. But fate turned playful on them because months passed and they realized that they were starting to have feelings for each other. Shantelle thought that she would finally be happy with her husband and their marriage, but s

I wanted to seek her opinion. All my life I have grown to be jaunty but this time I was losing it. What was going on in my life at the time was more than being trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. “I would feel bad and even go crimson. Why would they do that to you?” she intoned, gritted her teeth and let a sullen look on her face. “The billionaire feels I can’t pay back half a million dollars so the only way I could do that was by signing to a contract marriage agreement with his mad son,” I nagged on, as warm tears burnt my eyes before it trickled down my cheeks.

“I just can’t deal with all that. Not right now.” Julian stared at her, trying to piece together what she was suggesting. “So you want me to...?” “Be my husband,” Alexis said plainly, as if it were the most logical solution. “But just on paper. A contract marriage. It wouldn’t be real.” Julian let out a breath, clearly floored. “Alexis, that’s...”

I said, and she breathes out softly. “I have a condition too!" "Go on please!” “I won't be working with you at the company! And can we live separately?” She asked, and I frowned at the last part. “How do you intend to make it look real to the outside world if we were to be living separately? As the wife of a famous billionaire, all eyes especially the media eyes will be on you, finding faults from all angles!” I explained, and she breathes out softly, again. “I am smarter than she is! No man will flirt with my wife even if it a contract marriage!” I said inwardly.