Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Then tell me what it is, because from where I’m standing it sounds like the billionaire you robbed just bought you.” The word landed harder than Kessia probably meant it to. Mia sank onto the arm of the couch, suddenly too tired to stand. “It’s a contract,” she said. “One year. He needs a wife to keep his father off his back, I need money, and at the end of it we walk away with the paperwork done and never see each other again.” “And the baby part? Because I definitely heard baby somewhere in that conversation through the door.” Mia looked at her hands. “His father wants a grandchild before he’ll let go of the company. That’s the real deal. Marriage is just the wrapping paper.”

How did she even meet someone like Matthieu? "The most eligible billionaire bachelor in the country reaches out to his worst enemy from highschool for a contract marriage for reasons no one knows. Is he trying to cover up a dark secret or does he just need a wife to birth him and heir?" He stared into space, his fingers spread out in the air like he was holding a newspaper. "That would look beautiful on the news, wouldn't it?" "Christopher and I are not in any form of contract marriage." I didn't care if he already knew about the contract, I wasn't going to admit to it.

Her name was on the front page. Amara Cole Hale – The Billionaire’s Contract Bride? Her stomach dropped. She snatched the paper, scanning the bold headline, her hands trembling as she read. The article speculated on everything—her sudden marriage, her lack of high-society background, her mother’s illness, even whispers of a deal struck between her family and Lucian’s empire. Grainy photographs accompanied the text: one of her and Lucian at the gala, another of her slipping into the hospital late at night.

“Marriage.” I actually laughed. It was the only reaction I could manage. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about business.” My smile disappeared. “You want me to marry you?” “For one year.” I stared at him. “You don’t even know me.” His expression didn’t change. “I know enough.” “And why would a billionaire need to marry a woman whose company is about to be taken by the bank?” “Because I need a wife.” “You have women throwing themselves at you.” “I don’t want one of them.”

She replied nonchalantly. Tara gasped in shock, "How many people have you actually signed a contract marriage with?" She arched an eyebrow. "Not much, just five," Sherry shrugged. She loved money a lot and always grabbed any opportunity that would fetch her more money. She signed a contract marriage with Richard after coming back from Mexico. It was a six month contract marriage. Contract Marriage there would be no feelings in the marriage, she already started hating men and she always feels disgusted than happy when a man flirts with her so she didn't have any feelings for him and she was just doing it because of money and would leave soon. Then he proposed to her one day, she rejected him

He suddenly realized what was happening and it seemed like even though Gael was in a coma he could still recognize his lover. Now, there was no doubt that San was actually his girlfriend. "San, child. Can you follow me to the study room?" San nodded and followed the old man. As she entered the study room, she found Gael there who looked as if he was hiding there. "I know I gave you some time but now I want you to marry Gael. In return, I will give you ten percent shares of the company." San blinked slowly as she calculated what she was getting in return. Now she could call herself a millionaire. ..........

He stared at her after she sat up, and this time Mia didn't protest or give away any kind of reaction. "Also, I'm terminating the contract." At this, her head snapped up and she stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and something else that he couldn't identify. "Why are you suddenly so interested in marrying me, Mr. Ian?" Mia asked seemingly curious, and frustrated at his decision. "Look, like I told you before, I don't believe in marriage and I still don't. But if it is the only way to keep the baby away from all people and calling him/her names, then I'm ready for it." He was straightforward in telling what he thought.

Miranda was mad with anger. “No, he couldn't. We did everything we can but he's not guilty at all. On top of that, the Grant empire is seriously declining and our money is still dwelling with them”. “Good! However, make arrangements for my return to the company”. “Of course!” ****** On a bright and sunny day, the church bells melodiously rang, sending the word of love out to the world. Playing along with the sound of waves crashing on the beach, the solemn tunes of a wedding march graced the earth as the fated wedding officially began.

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 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...”