From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

He's not giving me the opportunity to explain myself and walking out on me. I watched as he disappeared into the distance with the train of bodyguards going after him. I dare not turn to see the faces of whoever has just witnessed what happened. They will mock me, I know and I'm not ready for that. Now that my parents wish is fulfilled they have nothing to be afraid of. I've been sold off. I scoffed. It's not a romance novel but it did look like it, where my favorite protagonist is being sold off to marry a guy she doesn't love and then she later finds love in the marriage.

On seeing that he was about to speak, she continued, “You may ask anything you want in return. I'll fulfill them if they are within my abilities.” “First of all,” Niklaus leaned forward and started. “He's not your boyfriend. He's your ex.” Brielle didn't speak, silently agreeing with him. “Second, I'll handle all of them. You just need to be by my side.” Brielle opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short when he shook his head. “As for the dividends, I don't need any.” “But…” “It's my wife's money. I don't need it. But…” Niklaus' calm face broke as a smirk made its way to his lips. “If my wife is willing to pamper me, I'm completely fine with it. In fact, I'd love it.”

I did not react nor did I rise to whatever level she was. Instead, I calmly reached for my glass of water and took a sip. Lyra’s smile faltered at my lack of extreme reaction. Then, she doubled down on her words, “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?” she continued, her voice rising just enough to draw attention, “Running around with your billionaire husband like you didn’t stab your way to the top—” I raised a single finger, not at her though, but at the waiter. He was already watching and the moment he saw my finger, he approached us.

But then, the silence of the room grew loud, filling his mind with questions he would never get an answer to if he let her walk out now. "Two million dollars." Nora froze halfway out of her chair. "What?" she breathed, her hand gripping the side of the table. "Two million dollars," Cain repeated, leaning back until the leather chair creaked. "That’s the bonus you came here for, isn't it? Deposited into any account of your choosing upon successful completion of the contract. Cain pulled a thick envelope from his inside jacket pocket and tossed it to her side of the table. "The terms are in there," he said and leaned back. "Two million dollars just to wear a ring and smile when I tell you to.

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

I picked up my phone, texting my assistant. Me: Draft the marriage contract. Full confidentiality. Sophia Carter agrees to a one-year arrangement. Financial settlement upon divorce. Within seconds, my assistant responded. Assistant: Understood. Contract will be ready in an hour. I glanced back at Sophia. She looked tense, like she was already regretting this. I didn’t blame her. She should. --- (Sophia’s POV) The reality of my decision sank in as I stared at Damien. My husband. The man who had coldly turned our marriage into a business deal.

“‘Today,’ he continued, ‘I announce that Lira and I will marry officially in a week. I want everyone to be there to witness this union.’ After saying this, he sat down, exuding calm authority. Just then, Mr. Hart’s voice boomed out. ‘And… is Lira aware of this?’ With that, Lira looked him directly in the eye and replied, "Yes, Father. I am aware.....I am ready to marry Damian legally. Not a contracted marriage" She emphasized the words ‘contracted marriage' making it clear she understood his past manipulations and was no longer under his control. Shortly, Serena’s phone rang sharply, cutting through the tension like a knife. Immediately, all eyes turned toward her. She stood quickly, grabbed

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

You can't cancel it," Rapheal asked the girl after giving her their pre-nuptial contract folder. "Still, the one who will lose the most is you and not me. How can a poor woman like me manry a conglomerate like you?" Rapheal said casually without caring about the work contract. "So you are willing to marry me and be my wife?" Rapheal asked questioningly when the plane had started to take off. "You want to marry me? If you want to be with me, of course I won't refuse" Rachel thought that all of this was just a joke from her boss.

Then it dawned on him that Evelina did not actually know the reason why he had come to her cafe in the first place. "I refuse to believe that your husband did not tell you what he did to me and how it has affected my company," Tim said. Still, Evelina stared at him with a confused expression, impatiently waiting for him to continue. "Well, then, your husband has spoken to a few of the investors and the contract that would have made me a rich man by now is at risk," he said, almost crying. "Wait... the contract that you wanted to sign when the two of us were still together? The one that you left me for because it was going to make you such a big man that you couldn't be around the likes of me