From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Episode 77 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

her voice trembled with remorse. “Stop with the apologies, Claire. Can we just go home and have lunch? The tension between us is killing me.” I nearly groaned with need. Her lips returned back to mine as she kissed me. She finally pulled away. Her lips were pink and slightly swollen from the contact with mine. “I was just about to say the same thing,” she smiled at me. “This contract will be the last contract I accept from Liah's father. You'll never have to see Liah again after this,” he said.

I read aloud what was written in the papers so he could hear me. “Do you have a problem with that?”, he said smirking devilishly. “Do I have a problem with that?”, I asked back. “what!, am I some bounty for you?, do I look like some of those girls in the novels who gets married to a Billionaire man just because she has no say to it?. I am so sorry sir but you can't intimidate me with your money.” He looked at me and got up from his chair, leaned over and kissed me.

“What did you say?” “You heard me,” she replied, heart pounding. “A contract marriage. In exchange for enough money to pay my brother’s hospital bills and cover my father’s debts. You’re a billionaire. Seventy-five thousand is nothing to you.” Lucas’s gaze darkened. “Why would I ever marry you?”

“Explain to me why you took my card without asking. You went on a huge shopping spree for yourself and your friend. Why?” Mina’s grin didn't go away. She tilted her head and tossed her hair. “Oh, that? I just thought it was a fair thing to do. I mean, you did marry me. I’m just using my rights as your wife.” Zion felt a spark of fury, but he kept his voice steady. “Being a wife doesn't mean you can spend millions without asking. Millions, Mina. Do you understand how much that is?” Mina hummed a little tune. She tossed her bags onto the couch. Then, she pulled out her marriage license and flipped it open like it was a shield.

He closed the door behind him and rested on it, scratching his chin. About half an hour had passed when Lyra noticed Tyson’s silhouette behind the door. “Sir, your contract bride canceled,” Dale, Tyson's assistant, said to him. “Then find someone else,” came Tyson's sharp voice. “Already on it. But you need to be married by weekend.” He glanced at his phone briefly. “Which is tomorrow. Or you lose everything.” “Double the amount,” Tyson said flatly. “Hundred grand a month, as long as she stays married to me.”

“He understands your situation. The debt, your sister’s illness and the… despair. He can fix it.” She shoved the tablet at him. On it was a document titled MATRIMONIAL CONTRACT – TERMS: 12 MONTHS. “In return for your companionship and a public marriage, Mr. Volterra will erase all your debts, guarantee your sister the best medical care in the world, and provide you with a generous settlement upon completion.” “Provided you don’t fall in love with him first, of course.” She said the last part like it was a joke with no punchline.