Contract Of A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending. “Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage” “Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce” I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect. I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake. “What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice. “Wake up! You need to see this” I said as I pointed the screen to his face. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through it.

He stopped making her pause at her place too. "This is ridiculous. Ridiculous is what your are doing. You were trying to seduce me with all those messages and since I came to meet you but now you are acting ignorant. Fine. If that's what you want. I should start finding a wife for me." He warned her who blinked slowly. "Also, you are in debt of a lot of money..." He wanted to tell her about the contract they made while San chuckled sheepishly as she hugged his arm. The only thing that could make her worship Gael was the contract.

“And I’m not marrying anyone but the woman named in the contract.” A small smile touched her lips before she drifted off. Downstairs, Carter waited with fresh coffee. “You’ve got it bad, brother. Never seen you go this hard for anyone.” Roman took the cup. “She’s mine by contract. And now by choice. The Ashworths picked the wrong fight.” His phone buzzed. A message from his head of security: “Prints back. Both men worked for a shell company linked to Griffin Hale.” Roman’s grip tightened on the phone. The war had officially started.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

“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 sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

“So you're going to let go of all the money you're supposed to get because of rejection? Let me point it out to you: it seems like you keep misinterpreting this contract. We don't love each other; I'm using you to promote myself and nothing else, so why are you worried about the rejection?” “That's the thing you don't get; you're a billionaire! The amount you're offering me is something you can regain in hours or a day, but for me, I can't. I didn't accept this contract to be treated like a slave; I'm much more in my prime, and I could choose to get married whenever I please.”

"That’s insane! How do you have so much money, yet you’re only paying for my mum’s surgery to help you keep your money?" "You’ll get a deposit of one million dollars after our contract ends," Alexander replied calmly, leaning back in his seat. Claire raised an eyebrow, tapping her fingers on the armrest. "I want two million. I mean, you can spare that much, right?" Alexander tilted his head, studying her for a moment. "If you behave accordingly, I might just add a million on top. But based on your behavior so far..." He shook his head, his lips curling into a smirk. "I don’t think you even deserve a million dollars."

This is broad daylight slavery but he's the billionaire and I'm his mai d so.. "No questions sir, let me know when the contract is ready so I can sign it."

She almost moaned with how good it was, but restrained herself. “Now, who’s company do I have the pleasure of this morning?” He asked. “Sorry, Pop. This is Emma Wells. We met through one of my university connections.” “Lovely to meet you, Emma. Conrad Stewart.” He offered his hand introduction. Emma shook his hand in disbelief. “Conrad Stewart?” Of Stewart Industries?” Emma choked on a sip of water. He was the richest man in the city. Everything made so much more sense now. Will’s grandfather was the chairman of Stewart Industries. He was a billionaire.