From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Episode 77 Novels & Stories

**** Aryan picked up his phone to call his girlfriend and have one or two words with her. "Hello_ baby," came in the sweetest and angelic voice which made Aryan fall deeply for her all over again. "Hiiiiiiiiiii," he replied dryly, not sure of her response to what he's gonna ask her. "What's wrong babe? Why do you sound so off like this?" she asked with worries written all over her voice. "Do you remember the contract I told you I was pursuing recently?" "Yes I do and what about it," she asked urging him to go further

“He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.” Sarah tapped the desk with her finger to emphasize the train of reasoning in her mind. “He was going to rip her off.” “And she didn’t have that problem with Damien Winter,” Erin concluded. “Which is rather sad when you think about it, finding out you’re only being married for your money. I wonder if Charlotte Ramsey is happy with her British billionaire.” “Erin, you might write happy endings for your stories, but there’s no way you can guarantee them in true life,” her aunt said dryly.

"Huh…, sure. As long as you agree that her marriage starts where Rachel's own stopped. By the way, how much is he owning?" Mr Calvin said, eyeing both Victor and his mother for their indicipline and greediness. "About 50000 dollars. I was suprised that he owned that much. Ni wonder he couldn't concentrate on his job cause he his hiding from thisr he owned " the grandmother replied. "Ok. I will tell my aide to settle Mr Victor's debt tomorrow. However, I will like to spend time with Jennifer before the main marriage process. She might have to go with me today, is that okay with you people?"

"I'm Sloane. I'm so sorry to intrude. I just... I needed to see him. One last time." Mira crossed her arms. "See who?" "Kieran." Sloane's smile was sad. "I know it's inappropriate. I know I have no right. But when I heard he was getting married—really married, not the contract thing—I had to come." Mira's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about the contract?" "Everyone knows about the contract, darling. It was the talk of the city for weeks." Sloane stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "The cold billionaire and his convenient bride. It was very romantic, in a transactional sort of way."

His arm slid firmly around my waist, and he pulled me to his side with a possesive ease that left no room for doubt for whomever was watching. And something told me thousands of people were. His other hand lifted suddenly, and everyone stopped, waiting for him to speak. “Yes,” he said, his voice both smooth and unhurried, “Vera, here is the love of my life, and… we are married.” The shouting resumed. “Is this to avoid the merger?” “Does Sarah know that you have a wife?” “Is this a publicity move for Gold International?” I stiffened, Everything was happening way too fast for me to realize what was happening, but I was slowly getting it.

"Helen is that woman. The actual one. And she is standing right here, very much not married to my brother." Helen stopped beside me. She looked at Niklaus steadily. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "But it's the truth." "So let me say clearly what I am saying," I continued, looking directly at grandfather now. "There is no love story here. There is a contract. A business arrangement between a CEO who needed a wife to meet a deadline and a broke junior employee who needed money for her sister's surgery. That is what today is. That is what you are celebrating."

Like if he didn’t move, he might break something right there in that corridor. He led me towards the nearest exit. I didn't protest, I just followed him. We stepped out to a clearing behind the hospital. Ethan stepped closer to me. Close enough that I could see the rage in his eyes. "Was this your plan?" he asked. "The contract marriage? Coming back to New York? Was it all part of some elaborate plan? Get close to me, secure your position, then what? Spring the child on me when it was convenient?" "That's not what happened."

The way he’d given me Veridian and the air rights and believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. “No.” Eleanor’s smile faltered slightly. “No?” “I’m not taking your money. I’m not canceling the wedding. I’m marrying your son because I love him. Not because of a contract. Not because of money. Because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’d be an idiot to walk away.” “Twenty million dollars—” “Isn’t enough. There isn’t enough money in the world to make me leave him.” Eleanor’s expression hardened. “You’re making a mistake.”