Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I was crying on the steps. An older woman found me. Grandma Mabel, she gave me a very nice nickname, Lily. And she paid off the four million dollars in cash. But.... But she had a condition, I had to agree to a flash marriage." Audrey froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Wait, a new nickname? And then you got married? How did it all happen so fast." "Yes," Alura said, rubbing her temples. "It was a contract marriage. I don't even know the man's real name. We registered everything through our lawyers. We have never met face to face. He just sends money to cover my expenses and rent. That is how I afford this place." Audrey’s mind raced. A secret millionaire-- scratch that, probably a billionair

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited. From that moment onwards, I felt trapped. I was bound to a ruthless Billionaire by a contract and by a child. On the night of our wedding, Dominic insisted that I slept in the same room with him. I knew that it was his own way of torturing me. As I laid on the king-sized bed with my back against him, I felt his arms pull me closer to himself. His hot breath lingered against my ear. "You stole from me Lena.." He slowly whispered. His voice dripped with malice. "Now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for it.”

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

“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

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.

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,