From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride." "Should I be happy about that? I'm marrying a billionaire, so what? You’re probably just going to make me miserable," I said bluntly. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "I’m interested in getting to know you better, Miss Del Vega. Don’t worry, I won’t make you my servant. The truth is, I just need to marry you so I can receive my father’s inheritance." "So after the marriage, I’m free?" I felt a glimmer of hope, but it faded instantly when he shook his head.

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.

Sebastine asked in defense. "Sophia is a proud girl, she won't have accepted your offer. The only option is to talk to your grandpa, he might help." " I will talk to him by tommorow." He ended the call and walked towards his red Lamborghini. Getting married was never his plan and that was why he had seeked for a contract marriage,something Sophia wasn't going to agree on. Luckily, Abigail had rushed to him for help. Taking advantage of her desperation, he had asked her to be his contracted wife.

"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 need a wife. Temporarily.” My heart skipped. “Excuse me?” “A contract marriage,” he said calmly, like it was some normal chore. “It’ll help shut my father up, save my image, and get him off my back. Three months, maybe six. Nothing real.” I stared at him, stunned. What's he saying? “Why me?” I asked quietly. He smirked, but there was something serious in his eyes. “Because you’re invisible enough for it not to get messy and interesting enough to pull it off.”

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

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.