Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

The thing that’s about to change my life. I take it with trembling hands. He starts going over the details again, just like last time. The contract outlines a one-year marriage, renewable unless either party files for divorce before the end of the term. One million upfront. Two million monthly, transferred on the last business day of each month. No sexual obligation, but public appearances are mandatory. A clause about discretion. A clause about his family. A clause about exclusivity. It’s all swimming in my head like alphabet soup. I’m not even reading it. I’m just trying to keep my tears from falling onto the damn paper.

Chloe had her head down, feeling embarrassed. "What kind of deal, Chloe?" Brianna couldn't imagine what her friend was about to tell her next. "He wants to marry me. It would be a one year contract marriage." "Oh, f**k! And in exchange?" "One million dollars." Chloe simply said, looking at her friend. Brianna widened her eyes even more, as if it was possible. Her mouth was half-open in surprise. "Insane!" that was the only word that came out of Brianna's mouth.

She let out a shaky breath, clenching her hands by her sides. "I'm not interested, Adrian. Keep your fucking deal to yourself" She said, shaking her head as she walked passed me. "Ten million," I uttered calmly and I felt her halt behind me. "Ten million. After six months, you'll walk away with ten million." I stated with a shrug, turning to meet her eyes burning into my soul. "All you have to do is be my wife – pretend rather." Again, she was back to reeling. Ten million to her was huge; it was everything, but to me, it meant nothing, and if that was all it took, I didn't mind.

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”

“I’m just really excited for you that’s all.” “Why would you be excited for me?” Now I’m nervous, he's got that look that always means trouble and I’m going to have to find a way to bail him out. “When you were little mom and dad wanted to provide for you the best way they knew how and knowing they were advanced in their years when you came along, they set up a contingency plan to make sure you chose the best life partner. They promised you to the son of a business partner that goes back generations. Our families have been friends that long.” He looked at me with wide child-like eyes, and he knew I couldn’t resist. “I didn’t say anything before because I wasn’t even sure if he would follow

Something neither of us planned for. I let out a small, shaky laugh. The whole thing would sound ridiculous to anyone else. I was just an ordinary secretary who’d agreed to marry her billionaire boss in a contract marriage… all because I wanted to be close to him. But now that I was, I couldn’t tell where the contract ended and the feelings began. And the craziest part? He was starting to act like it meant something to him too. Like maybe, this whole arrangement wasn’t just a business deal anymore.

I won't lie that I am not baffled too. I have never heard of him being in a romantic relationship since I started working here and I have never seen a woman come looking for him. Why does he want to get married for just a year? Is this all for business sake? My eyes fall on the networth and I gasp softly. He is my boss and I know he is f***ing rich but I never thought he was this loaded. He is not just a billionaire, he is a f***ing trillionaire with businesses all over the continent.

Why did he take so long to respond, and why did he appear upset if the answer was so simple? "I am beautiful, but I'm certain I'm not that beautiful to pique a billionaire's curiosity," I explained. "I believe it would be better if you come clean now. Did I somehow learn something about you I shouldn't have, and you forced me to marry you to watch over me?" Darsh scoffed, "Does your perception seem acceptable to you?" "No, and I don't see any good reasons for why a wealthy CEO would marry a lower middle-class girl." I retorted.

Three years. That’s how long it’s been since I became both Mrs. Addams and still the secretary to Derek Addams, the man who, once upon a time, was just my boss. Three years of a life that feels like a dream amazes me sometimes when I think about how I got here Three years ago, after paying the hospital bills, instead of accepting my offer to pay him back, he offers me a marriage contract, with me getting ten illion for every year we stay married and said contract expires in four years, which is nine months away,

Miranda's face was immediately filled with disappointment, "Oh! Of course, he wasn't accepting any disciples. Big Boss Kenton had so much to do on his plate every day. How could he possibly accept any students?” Isaiah stared at her with hidden meaning. “If you want to acquire this skills there's actually a faster way to do so ” "What? What?" Miranda asked with renewed energy. “Marry me!.” If she married him, then everything that was his would become hers. She wouldn't need to learn anything then. Miranda broke out into a coughing fit and almost choked on her spit. Isaiah enjoyed the girl's embarrassed expression for a moment before he asked. "Have you thought about which company