Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

He didn't tell her anything of such and didn't even behave in such manner. Anytime she remembered they were legally, really married, not based on a contract or revenge, it always brought smiles to her face, her cheeks always warms but now …. She couldn't smile not when she was seeing all of these. “With all this ongoing, the billionaire seems to have an undissolved marriage,” the host said, a perplexed look on his face. “What?” Juliet’s brows knitted together, surprise flashing through her expression. Aliyah tilted her head slightly. “What the hell are they saying?”

He asked. "Yes and this is a secret that only Lucas and I know, but I can not keep it from you. This marriage is a contract, and once Grandma is convinced enough to hand over the company to me, we will call it off.' He threw his head back and laughed. "Olivia, and you expect me to believe this nonsense you are saying, that your marriage with him is a contract and what the fuck is he even doing here in Ventura.” “Of Course it's a contract, and if you have any doubts, I can prove it. Grandma asked us to move in here in Ventura, because Mia intervened and caused problems, even though it could have gone better."

I poured. “Really!” She screamed. “What did he come to do? How was he able to locate this place?” She asked. Shock and surprise ran through her face. “I don't know who gave him the address to this place. That isn't the main issue.” I let out. “He came and offered me a two-year contract marriage.” I let out. “Contract marriage?" Lizzy shouted, her eyeball moving randomly. “Well, it's left for you to decide on that. But I know Donal is a multi-billionaire…. His opulence is beyond measurement. G****e about his business, and you will understand what I am talking about.” Lizzy let out.

“Let’s get married. I’ll sponsor your living expenses—and anything you want, no strings attached, other than the ones that benefit us both.” “Are you drunk?” I asked, completely confused. “What are you talking about? First, you summon me here with no greeting, and now you want me to marry you? What is this all about?” “I want to sign an international deal, and I have to be married to get it,” he replied calmly. “I think you could use a helping hand too.” “And you think I’m just going to jump at that?” I snapped. “You think I’d marry someone I barely know just for a sponsorship deal? What’s next? A prenup? You’re crazier than I thought.”

“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?”

“We’re both being forced into this whether we like it or not. Your father and my family have already announced it. The merger documents are signed. The stock market has already responded. We can’t back out without destroying both our companies.” “So?” “So we do it. We go through with the marriage.” He said it matter of factly, like he was discussing a business transaction. “But on our terms. Not theirs.” I sat down across from him. “Explain.” “A contract marriage. Purely business. We get married, put on a good show for the public, keep our families and boards happy. But privately, we live separate lives. No expectations. No obligations beyond what’s legally required.” “Why would you agree to

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

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.

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”