Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

You can't cancel it," Rapheal asked the girl after giving her their pre-nuptial contract folder. "Still, the one who will lose the most is you and not me. How can a poor woman like me manry a conglomerate like you?" Rapheal said casually without caring about the work contract. "So you are willing to marry me and be my wife?" Rapheal asked questioningly when the plane had started to take off. "You want to marry me? If you want to be with me, of course I won't refuse" Rachel thought that all of this was just a joke from her boss.

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

I whispered, betrayal lacing my words. “Don’t take it personally,” she said, her voice devoid of remorse. “It’s just business.” Rage bubbled in my chest as I shot to my feet. “This was all a setup. The DNA tests, the custody battle… All of it. You...you just wanted the company!” Henry leaned forward, his expression darkening. “Sit down, Maddie. This doesn’t have to get ugly. Sign the papers, hand over the company, and this all goes away.”

I wanted to seek her opinion. All my life I have grown to be jaunty but this time I was losing it. What was going on in my life at the time was more than being trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. “I would feel bad and even go crimson. Why would they do that to you?” she intoned, gritted her teeth and let a sullen look on her face. “The billionaire feels I can’t pay back half a million dollars so the only way I could do that was by signing to a contract marriage agreement with his mad son,” I nagged on, as warm tears burnt my eyes before it trickled down my cheeks.

she muttered. Connor chuckled. "Like I said, you’ll be married for three years. You’re not allowed to be in a relationship with anyone else during the duration of the marriage." He pushed a contract toward her. "Go through it thoroughly. Everything you’re expected to do is listed. If you have any conditions, let me know." He looked at me, who’d been quiet throughout, then back to her. "You’ll be paid a million dollars once the contract is signed, and the other million when the three years are completed."

Bryan quickly said to me as just looked at him with a confused face. " What contract?" I asked immediately. "It's a contract marriage," Bryan said. " Ohh I understand" I just accepted the fate immediately not wanting the manner to go further. " But sir" I interrupted Bryan as he tried saying down words to me." Does this contract marriage come with years that it would surely change" I asked with a smile on my face this time. "It's a contract of death do you both path only death could change the marriage arrangement" Mr. Smith said also wearing the same frown on his face which I think looked serious at this point.

"I wasn't lying about paying you back. But I need time." Calloway was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was lower. "I have a better idea." "What?" "Marry me." I blinked. "What?" "A contractual marriage. One year." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You get protection, resources for the baby, a roof over your head. A statement to everyone that you're not some abandoned, pregnant ex-wife." "And what do you get?" I set down the water glass. "What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?"

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

Adrian** Different kinds of thoughts ran through my mind when I reflected on what happened between Anna and me. At least I am finally done with her. I got what I wanted from our contract marriage, and it will soon come to an end. Maybe I should just divorce her, I thought to myself. I checked my phone and discovered that the business proposal I had been waiting for had just landed in my inbox. It was through this contract marriage that I was able to secure the contract, and now my grandfather's legacy is helping my company flourish. My net worth is increasing, which makes me happy, placing me among the top ten billionaires in New York City.