Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.

"But I also remember telling you to read through the contract before you signed it. But you didn’t listen. Instead, you signed it and requested an upfront payment of 1.3 million dollars." I blinked, taken aback. "Okay... And why is all this important? What does it have to do with me going to the hospital?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air before answering. "It’s stated in the contract that we will be married for two years. During that time, you’ll have to carry my child. And after breastfeeding, you will be paid 25 million dollars and sent to any country of your choice to have a new beginning."

His eyes burned with rage. "You are not the only one involved in this. Remember, we are married." She flashed her finger in his eyes, showing him her wedding band. "And since you want to keep running away from deals, then it's my duty to keep the business running and stand in your place. Remember the contract that was signed between my family and yours."

I felt used, like a slut, a billionaire's slut. I looked at the marriage contract and tears dropped out of my eyes. I had no choice, even if I was to reject this, my family will forever mock me, I’ll be the laughing stock of the city, and I’ll miss an opportunity to be something in life, And I don’t think Mr. Vuitton would let me go so easily. Whatever reason he has behind our marriage, he was not intending on making it public, and according to the terms, it was going to last for as long as he wanted it to.

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

"Satisfied, of course I am. It's best if you can come to terms with it. Nathan said your inability to conceive is deceitful. He originally wanted you to compensate with a million in damages. It was me who spoke up for you in front of him, that's why he relented. Anyway, we're still relatives. I couldn't bear to see you homeless and burdened with debts." Emily said, "So you think I should thank you?" "I've saved you a million in debt. Shouldn't you be grateful?" Emily sneered, "If he wants money, tell Nathan to come ask me himself." Every minute spent in this bedroom felt suffocating to her. Emily didn't want to stay any longer. She turned around and left. "Wait—" Sophia stopped her, "I forgo

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

“From what I’m seeing, he’s doing right by you despite the contract thingy. That’s enough.” Something about that rubbed me the wrong way instantly. “Doing right by me?” I echoed. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Val, listen, this is an opportunity. You’d be crazy not to take advantage of it.” I stilled. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting, becoming more serious, more… insistent, “you’re married to a billionaire. A freaking billionaire. Do you know what that means?” I didn’t answer.

I picked up my phone, texting my assistant. Me: Draft the marriage contract. Full confidentiality. Sophia Carter agrees to a one-year arrangement. Financial settlement upon divorce. Within seconds, my assistant responded. Assistant: Understood. Contract will be ready in an hour. I glanced back at Sophia. She looked tense, like she was already regretting this. I didn’t blame her. She should. --- (Sophia’s POV) The reality of my decision sank in as I stared at Damien. My husband. The man who had coldly turned our marriage into a business deal.

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.