From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

"The debtor and loaner will not enjoy the benefits of a conventional marriage. There will be no physical interactions of any sort and the topic of intimacy shall be a line that should never be crossed" His eyes stay glued to my face when I finish. He almost looks like he's contemplating things but finally, he leans forward, a small smile on his lips. "Noted". There's a slyness about his expression that I don't like but before I can say anything else, he drums his fingers onto the paper on the table. "Now sign the contract please". I take the pen and stamp my signature onto the paper, a small grimace on my face. When I'm done, he takes the pen from me and signs on the paper too.

_______(3 weeks later and the wedding is over) Lucian's POV Ales and I didn't go on a honeymoon. I told the press it was because of work, which was partly true but honestly I just didn't like the idea of parting from my work for so long and being on a vacation that was meant for a couple who love each other. But the outcome of the wedding was amazing. Now being the CEO and sole owner of King Enterprises, a billionaire company, was the best possible outcome that could come out of an ultimatum. "Mr. King, your new assistant is ready for the job." My secretary buzzed in from the intercom.

"This is probably the last thing you would ever want to consider, but, it might also be the only solution to the problem at hand. Look, if my guess is correct, you'll get a divorce immediately after Russell Walker becomes the CEO of Tyler and Walker Corporation and if you can get married as soon as possible, this should not take more than a few months." "Can you even hear yourself? I don't know this man. He doesn't even know if I exist, and you want us to get married based on a damned contract?" Hand on hip, I let out a scoff, "You can do better than this, Kath. You know me better than anyone else. This is against my principles. I would never do this." Shrugging, a hand in the air, my eyes r

★★★ “The value of this deal is $40 million. I currently have my signature on the pages. We have one year to fulfill this deal before we part ways. Once you have this money, you can go anywhere, but until then, you cannot tell anyone about it,” William told Monica in a flat voice. She, wearing a white bridal dress and bearing a heavy heart that was causing her the most anguish of her life, held the paper in her hand and muttered, “I understand; I too want my marriage to remain discreet." She let out a long breath and raised her teary eyes to William.

A mischievous smile crossed his face as he continued, "Well, well, well, the proud peacock is right in front of me. It's quite a shame to see mighty Lisa stooping so low as to be my secretary." She smiled back at him and asked, "Isn't it obvious, Mr. George?" "This isn't stooping low, it's called business," she replied confidently. “As the billionaire businessman you claim to be, I think you should know a thing or two about business, this contract marriage is all business. I'm just playing my part by working for you, just like you played yours by giving my dad a loan. So let's keep it professional here. We don't know each other beyond our roles as employee and boss in this company.”

she asked urging him to go further "The new rules of the contract imply that I can only be qualified for the contract if I'm married and you know what this contract really means to me." "So what are you implying now?" "You know what I'm talking about Jessie." "Aryan, you and I know this can't work out now; it'll ruin my career and you fucking know that… see all I have to say is find your way out of that situation because I aren't getting married now because of one forsaking contract!" she replied harshly, almost screaming her lungs out on the phone.

"I'm glad you like them, ma'am. Now, shall we head downstairs for breakfast? The boss and his wife are waiting for you." Katiya nodded eagerly, eager to meet the people who had shown her such kindness. As Katiya descended the grand staircase, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of her surroundings. The mansion exuded an air of wealth and sophistication that she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Each step she took seemed to echo through the spacious foyer, serving as a reminder of just how far removed she was from her humble beginnings in Oscaria.

“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.

The sound echoes in my chest like a starting gun. I don’t flinch. I already knew. My lawyers prepared the contract this morning. But watching the color drain from her beautiful face, watching her perfect control shatter right in front of me, sends a dark, possessive thrill racing through every nerve in my body. Marriage. One year. Sophia Laurent in my penthouse. Sleeping in my bed. Wearing my ring while she fights me with every breath she takes. The thought makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.