Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

I still couldn't stop laughing. Didn't crazy things like this only happen in books and movies? "Yes." He nodded. "If the thought of being married to me terrifies you, I assure you that it shouldn't. I'm not the one you'll be getting married to but my boss." He adjusted his tie and then cleared his throat before continuing. "It's only a short contract of two years after which you can both go your separate ways." "Who is this 'boss' of yours?" I didn't read anything on these papers but I looked out for pictures of who his boss might be but the only picture I could find, was mine.

He ran off immediately and I felt like the boss that I am. I unlocked my phone, opened my contact list, and scrolled to the part where my lawyer’s number is. My eyes closed, I took a deep breath and gave it another thought of whether to go ahead with the contract marriage or to make her work as a slave for me. “ooooooooom, but I do need an heir” “come on man you got this, she gives you an heir and that’s it”. I will make sure she doesn’t get anything from me, she will never know what it means to be loved, I will make her feel every pain in her bone marrow.

Tihana nervously opens the file and the first thing her eyes landed on was "Contract Marriage with A Baby." She looks up sharply at Aiden, but he wasn't paying attention to her. His eyes were on his phone so Tihana had to look back at the paper. He wants her to get married to him under a contract of one year and she's to make a baby for him! Who makes such ridiculous offer?" She mutters herself. And then her eyes landed on the payments. "Full support to Party B's Family by Party A. Total payment of $5 million shall be paid into Party B's account and another $10 million upon the one year is over and the condition of Party A is met."

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.

I blurted out before I could stop myself. My dad nodded. “The wedding is in two weeks.” “Fuck this!.” She got on her feet. “I’m not getting married to some loser. I’m not getting married just because you failed to save your company the normal way. I’m getting out of here.” “There are consequences.” Mom said quickly just before Chloe could turn her back to leave. “We signed a document, documents. And it said that if we failed to fulfill our part of the contract, both your father and I would have to give up everything we own, including this house and failure to do that would lead us to prison.”

"I’ll call your driver to take you home." "No! I'm not drunk!" she screamed while striking him on the chest. "I’m not leaving until you tell me the wedding is back on!" "Georgia, there is no us to fix. We were never in a real relationship," Apollo said while his jaw was tightening. "I told you that I love someone else. She’s the one I want to marry." "Who?! That secretary?!" Georgia spat the word like it was poison. "Apollo, wake up! She’s a nobody! She isn't on your level!"

I smiled happily inwardly and muttered to myself, “I really want to go back and punch my past self a few times to wake her up. This is clearly an extremely profitable deal! No, that’s not right! This is a super high-profit deal where money makes more money!” Looking at the compensation I would receive after three years of a contractual marriage, one billion dollars, I decisively signed my name without hesitation. Leo, standing beside me, looked both shocked and incredulous. He probably hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly, so he asked again. “You really read all the terms?” I put the pen down, looked at him with confusion, and shrugged. “Of course. Is there a problem?” Leo still seemed sur

She waited for me to continue, as if nothing I might say mattered; all she cared about was whether her mother’s medical bills would be paid on time. “I’m not spending money for a partner, but for a trophy wife. You will attend necessary events, remain silent and graceful; the rest of the time you are my secretary, unknown to the public. You may not reveal our marriage, question my private life, be jealous, nor indulge in any form of love—no declarations, no fantasies of fidelity, not even a kiss. A kiss implies emotion, and emotion is not part of this agreement. You’ll get money, a house, cars, security—but always remember you are the quiet prop in my marriage game. If you fall in love, you

“Diana, I’m not asking you to fall in love with me. I’m asking you to play a role for two years. You’re excellent at managing events, at meeting impossible expectations. This is the same skill set.” “Events don’t involve lying to everyone I know.” “Read Article Three. The discretion clause.” I opened the contract again, flipping pages until I found it. “Article III: Discretion Both parties agree to maintain absolute confidentiality regarding the contractual nature of the marriage. Violation results in immediate termination and forfeiture of all compensation.” I sighed. “So I can’t tell anyone this is fake.” “Correct.” “Not even Maya.” “Especially not Maya. But unfortunately, she’s here and s

My hand was shaking and the signature came out messy but it was done. Leon took the contract back and signed his own name below mine. "It's official then. You're my fiancée for the next few months." The words made it real and panic started creeping up my throat. What had I just agreed to? Why would a billionaire like Leon Hart need to hire someone to pretend to be his girlfriend? Why me specifically after I rejected him six years ago? But I had already signed the contract and it was too late to back out now. "When do we start?" I asked.