Contracted By The Billionaire After Betrayal Novels & Stories

He made a subtle, guiding motion with his arm, the gesture impersonal yet utterly compelling. She stood for another silent, agonizing minute, surveying the room. The grand piano where she’d tried to teach Leo a silly tune. The velvet cushions where they watched movies. The coffee table bearing the voided contract, the tombstone of their potential future. She finally recognized the terrifying truth: the man she loved was gone, and the billionaire machine was back in control, ensuring the cleanup was total and merciless. (He didn't just break the contract; he used the contract to obliterate me. He stripped me of every single thing I earned, including his belief. I am nothing here. I am less th

Uh-oh. “Heaven… does this marriage mean you’ll have to… you know…” she wiggled her eyebrows, “…sleep with him?” I choked on my own breath. “Faye! No. Like I said, it’s not real. No sex with the ridiculously handsome billionaire.” But even as I said it… something about the words didn’t sit right. Was I convincing her? Or myself? Faye studied me for a second, then her expression softened but only slightly. “Listen,” she said seriously, pointing a finger at me, “if he even tries anything and he’s not a complete gentleman, tell me. I will handle it.”

Alex’s shouts and Laura’s hysterical screams echoed through the church aisles as the guards dragged them out without mercy. I took a deep breath and soaked in the warmth radiating from Rex’s palm as he held my hand. I knew the price I had to pay for this extraordinary protection was high, a contract to bear the billionaire’s heir. But tonight, watching how he watched over me, I was willing to surrender my entire soul and body without reservation. That evening, a black limousine brought us to the courtyard of Rex’s magnificent mansion. The towering iron gates slowly opened, welcoming us with a level of luxury that seemed absurd to someone ordinary like me.

The betrayal stung, but what was I to expect from a lowlife criminal in the first place? I brought it upon myself. I knew I never should have done business with a the likes of him. Now what more could he possibly want? Probably a whole new stack of cash… Thankfully, I came prepared with a loaded suitcase. I rolled my tongue in my mouth, already fed up, as I snapped again, “What do you want? More money? I have money for you if that's the problem. Get rid of the evidence..” A moment passed before a dark chuckle broke out from him, which rang on and on, even as he turned to take me in, once again,

I breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to be telling the truth. At least that embarrassing tidbit hadn’t been shared. Still though, this was insane. I had signed a contract with a billionaire, and he intended for his valet or personal assistant to step in and knock me up if he wasn’t able to. And they had talked about it before this. So many parts of me wanted to laugh in their faces, then storm home to Rhode Island. Yet talking about it like this took away most of the stigma. I knew Andre and Roman, and I liked them. That made it feel different than if Joemar blindfolded me and let his staff have their way with me.

she wondered. He showed her the contract and lit it up in flames after retrieving a lighter as well, "So now the contract between us is officially over. We are starting out together as David Carlson and Luciana Bridge."

All eyes were on Emma, limp and fragile in their arms as they hurried her away. And Veronica… she lay bleeding on the floor, her fingers clawing at the tiles, her breath rattling. Her gaze found mine one last time—betrayal, heartbreak, and something colder than death shining through it. I reached for her, but I was too slow. My hesitation had cost her everything. Emma was wheeled toward the OR, surrounded, cared for. Veronica was left alone. And I stood there, the gunshot still screaming in my ears, realizing the truth I couldn’t outrun: I hadn’t just failed Veronica. I had handed her over to death myself.

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.

Something neither of us planned for. I let out a small, shaky laugh. The whole thing would sound ridiculous to anyone else. I was just an ordinary secretary who’d agreed to marry her billionaire boss in a contract marriage… all because I wanted to be close to him. But now that I was, I couldn’t tell where the contract ended and the feelings began. And the craziest part? He was starting to act like it meant something to him too. Like maybe, this whole arrangement wasn’t just a business deal anymore.

I have so much to tell you about that cute guy from the first floor. My hands shook as I texted back. Rain check? Dealing with some family stuff. What family stuff? Is Alex okay? Yeah it's just some... other stuff. I'll tell you later. I promise. My response was lame and I knew it. But I was too stressed to think of a good excuse. Besides, Mara could smell my lies from a mile away anyway. And even though I hated not telling her everything that had happened, what was the alternative? Actually, Mara, a billionaire showed up at my door last night and threatened to kill someone if I didn't sign this contract to marry him, and now I'm delivering mysterious packages to journalists.