From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 の小説・ストーリー

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

I stood up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and looked at the pile of fabric I had brought with me. I had to get to work. I had to find a way to pay Mrs. Gable next week. I had to build a fortress out of thread and needles. Because the "Contract Bride" was dead, and the woman who replaced her had a son to protect. Adrian Wolfe could have his merger. He could have his Serena. He could have the whole world. I only wanted this twelve-foot box and the secret beating inside me. I picked up my shears, the steel cold and famili

Because she knew what the world had just witnessed: A wedding without a kiss. A bride without a smile. A billionaire who refused to pretend. And Elena, trapped inside the role, realizing that even her humiliation was part of his design.

I finish. He raises a hand. “Okay, in the dark. But people meet in dark bars, back rooms, hotel lobbies to talk stocks, mergers, acquisitions. You’ve done it yourself a hundred times. What I’m saying is, your marriage was a contract. It ended. The problem you have now is—” “I love her,” I cut in, swallowing the stubborn lump in my throat. “I know, Stanton. I know.”

“Please read and sign this.” He took the file from her hands, staring at her while unrolling it slowly. As his eyes turned down and scanned the title on the front page, a dark chuckle escaped his lips. His gaze shot back to her, searching her face for any hint of sarcasm or mockery but she stood there calmly and completely serious. The title read: Contract Marriage “Are you kidding me?” Damien’s voice was low and dangerous as his anger simmered just below the surface. The mere sight of the words made him feel as if a fire had been lit inside him and ready to burn the entire world to the ground.

her voice trembled with remorse. “Stop with the apologies, Claire. Can we just go home and have lunch? The tension between us is killing me.” I nearly groaned with need. Her lips returned back to mine as she kissed me. She finally pulled away. Her lips were pink and slightly swollen from the contact with mine. “I was just about to say the same thing,” she smiled at me. “This contract will be the last contract I accept from Liah's father. You'll never have to see Liah again after this,” he said.

“That’s—cruel.” “It is practical,” he replied. “It is not cruelty to structure an agreement that benefits both parties. I’m not offering love. I’m offering a contract. One year. Public appearances as necessary. Fifty percent deposit paid immediately upon signing. The remainder managed through escrow.” She pushed the paper back toward him. “You can’t be serious.” Her voice rose, wounded and furious. “You want me to marry you like I’m some sort of—transaction.” “You asked for help,” he said, flat. “This is help of a kind that solves a problem for both of us.”