Contract Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

She sighed. “It’s a long story.” “Then start talking.” For the next twenty minutes, Tatiana explained. Not everything. Not Lucien’s guilt. Not the accident. But enough. The contract marriage. Her siblings. Miranda. The threats. The protection. The symbol. The photo. By the time she finished, Adrian looked furious. Not shocked. Not confused. Furious. “You’re living with him?” Tatiana frowned. “Technically.” “You signed a marriage contract with a billionaire you barely know?”

A company he invested in became a Fortune 500 company, and between his profits from that and the countless brand deals he took and the record-breaking contract he signed four years ago, he was named a billionaire by Forbes before he ever turned thirty-five. My mind races with all the little details I’ve learned about him. You can look at him and know that he’s athletic, but I’d never think that he played in the NFL. Just like when I first saw him, he still screams “finance guy” and not “sports guy,” but the fact he seems to be doing so much with his life is even more intriguing to me. I want to ask him more questions about his life and his plans, which is new for me because typically no one

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

And somehow, by some miracle or sheer Prescott-level competence, we still had their contract through our construction company subsidiary. It was the kind of deal that made or broke companies. If we pulled this off flawlessly, we’d be six hundred and fifty million dollars richer. Six. Hundred. And. Fifty. Million. I could not screw this up. Yes I was a billionaire by Forbes standards but father thought me to be a hard worker, didn’t matter how much was in your bank account and strictly why I didn’t want the General manger of our subsidiary to handle it alone. My desk was covered in files—a chaotic mess of spreadsheets, environmental impact reports, architectural proposals, and thick legal doc

He adjusted his sun shades to protect his eyes from the morning sun which was now becoming very intense. He took a long look at the tallest Skyscraper in the city containing more than a hundred offices. It now belonged to him as per the contract of his grandfather. He stared at the building as memories of the events of 3rd August filled his mind, The judge's words still rang in his mind like it was just yesterday " The Heir can only manage the company when he chooses a wife." He had fufilled that part of the deal and now it was time for his father to do same.

She surely won't worry about money at all. “Nathan, I know I have given you a hard time about your actions in the past, but I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. You're successful and you managed to achieve a lot at such a young age. I know I can trust you and I can leave this enterprise for you while knowing it will be in good hands. You now own three-quarters of this company. Excel at being the CEO, write your name in history. I have also given you a billion dollars. I'm sure you'll make them three of four billion dollars by the time you're fifty.” I've always been called a billionaire, given the fact that the enterprise sooner or later would be mine. Now, I'm officially a billionai

Allan wrote out a cheque and threw it at Jessica. Eve who was listening tried to look up to meet Allan's eyes. Allan looked down with a look full of meaning, ' Next time don't let yourself be humiliated by others! You are my lover! My future fiancé! Allan Watson's fiancée-to-be! As long as I am breathing, no one will be able to insult you! Hold your head high! Don't be a weak woman!" Allan said while looking at Eve who looked surprised. Again everyone was shocked, it was like they hit the jackpot because this news came straight from the mouth of Allan Watson, one of the Billionaires in this country! The owner of the Watson Family which dominates almost the entire economy in this country.

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

"Children? Plural?" "At least two, preferably more. I need heirs." "And what do I get out of this deal?" I asked, although a part of me couldn't believe that I was actually listening to him instead of walking away. "One hundred billion dollars on the last day of the contract," he said, as casually as if discussing the weather. "Plus you get to have comfortable living arrangements, clothing, education if you desire it, and anything else you might need during our marriage." The number was so much that I couldn't even believe 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