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

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

They stayed on the dance floor a while longer, their movements slower and more natural now. Alexis felt a strange mix of lightness and security in Julian’s arms, as if, for once, she wasn’t carrying the weight of the world alone. As the night went on, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him, wondering how someone like Julian Devereux had managed to step into her life and turn it upside down. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that this contract marriage, what had started as a desperate solution to a public disaster, might just become something far more complicated.

I have heard about him, and they weren't pretty, the words I have been told weren't nice at all, but how was this him? He was warm and delightful and he wanted me for a contracted wife, that was a big leveling up from Maxwell who was just an heir. “ I need time,” I spoke out. “ I need time to think and process this,” “ You can take all the time you want, in ten minutes, I will be waiting for an answer” “By time, I meant more than ten minutes” “ That is how much time I'm willing to give, think of it Nortia, 20 million dollars and your parents will be catered for, all you have to give in exchange is an heir and be my contracted wife”

I said, breaking the kiss, as I couldn't stare at him. "Wow! Ugly Freya just rejected a billionaire's kiss?" He asked with a smile on his face. Seemingly unembarrassed nor shy. "It's against the contract, Mr. Smith," I said slowly and quietly. "And what if the contract disappears?" He asked, as shock and confusion were written all over my face. But then, Michael would be hurt for the second time. The truth about my love life with Ambrose, his brother...

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.

“I know you do honey. If you didn't you wouldn't have rushed into marriage” My mom still thinks that it's because of love I ended up with him. “I need to tell you something, Mom. I know you would have expected more from me but I have to tell you at least” “I and Edward had a contract marriage” She raised a brow. “I don't understand” “I saw him once at Treats, he came with Anna, a few weeks later he called me and offered me a contract. He was going to get Dad treated and offer me a good job if I married him for two years.”

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, and every piece of furniture was polished to perfection. Adrian sat across from her, his jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the expensive watch on his wrist. He looked entirely at ease, as if this was just another day at the office. Leila, on the other hand, was anything but at ease. She scanned the contract, her fingers tightening around the pen. “This is insane,” she muttered. Adrian leaned back, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

“No, what's not fair is me finding out like this. In public—with him!” Lyra pressed her lips together. They got to Daphne's black Range Rover and she unlocked it. She pushed down the headrest until it was almost flat, grabbed her shopping bag from Lyra and flung it to the backseat. She folded her legs on the chair and faced Lyra. “Start talking.” Lyra sat too and exhaled. “It's not what you think. It's just… a contract marriage.” Daphne stared. Then blinked. Then stared again. “Is this supposed to make it sound better?”

When I first saw them together, I just smiled because they are perfect for each other and I can see in their eyes how close they are, but I think they are just hiding their feelings for each other. “I'm Marie, by the way.” When she introduced me, Louie turned to her at the same time when they stare at each other. I secretly smiled as I looked at the two of them. I can't understand why I'm happy for both of them, but they seem to be a perfect couple if they end up together. But I forgot one thing, that I will be the obstacle to their love. Because I have a signed contract where Louie and I agree to get married. However, I understand that all that is just about a legal document but apart from

His hands fisted at his sides as his heart broke into a million pieces. “You can hate me now, but you’ve already signed the contract. You can’t walk away from that,” he informed her coldly. She turned to eye him skeptically as her head spun in a million directions. “Unless you’re willing to pay over millions of dollars for breach of contract. Did you actually read the contract that was given to you?” He asked. He saw the look of guilt flash by her eyes as it dawned on her. Bingo. His lips widened in a smirk. “I own you now, Miss Alina Sanders.” He declared triumphantly.