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

Maintain the appearance of a perfect relationship. In exchange: enough money to secure his mother's future. His sister's education. His own financial freedom. We'd both signed it. Three years ago. When I thought love was transactional. When I believed I could control everything. When David was just the handsome contractor I'd decided to acquire. I read through the terms now. Cold. Clinical. Completely devoid of what we'd actually become. Nowhere in this contract did it mention Isabella. Or therapy sessions. Or surviving Sophie's break-in together.

"Don't you dare cheapen that by calling it part of the performance. That wasn't for anyone but us." He turned on her, his eyes blazing. "There is no us! There is a contract. Appendix A, Rule 4! Or did you forget the terms of our deal so quickly?" "The deal is a lie, and you know it!" she shot back, stepping toward him. "You can't hide behind that document forever. What was that on the balcony, Kaelan? Was that Genevieve? Were you kissing a ghost, or were you kissing me?" Her words seemed to physically strike him. He stared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the mask of the cold billionaire completely gone, leaving behind a man at war with himself. The air crackled, the space betwe

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

He held out a folder. “One year. You will be my wife in name and appearance only. In return, I will pay your mother’s medical expenses and ensure you never worry about money again.” I stared at him, unable to believe my ears. My heart pounded but my voice was steady. “What is the catch?” “You follow the rules. You don’t fall in love. When the year ends, we both walk away.” I looked at the folder. I opened it and found a contract, skimming through it. I started at the signature line. At the price of my pride.

Alex entered a few minutes later and went straight to his desk while nodding at Emily's presence. “Welcome, Emily,” Alex said, trying to pour Emily a cup of wine. He stretched his hand for Emily to take the cup. “I don't drink alcohol,” Emily said politely while Alex took the cup back to his table. “Well, So back to business, I'm glad you agreed on the plan, and here's the contract that explains our deal.” Alex picked a 3 page paper and handed it to Emily. "Take your time to read it before we talk more." Emily took the paper, feeling curious and nervous at the same time. She kept wondering if the decision she was about to make was the right one. Each part of the contract laid out what they a

"But I also remember telling you to read through the contract before you signed it. But you didn’t listen. Instead, you signed it and requested an upfront payment of 1.3 million dollars." I blinked, taken aback. "Okay... And why is all this important? What does it have to do with me going to the hospital?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air before answering. "It’s stated in the contract that we will be married for two years. During that time, you’ll have to carry my child. And after breastfeeding, you will be paid 25 million dollars and sent to any country of your choice to have a new beginning."

How dare he lay his filthy hands on my wife! He will pay dearly for daring to covet my wife. I don't care if they were childhood sweethearts. Layla is mine now and she is mine forever. I thought as I stated at the ceiling. But the thought of our contract marriage crossed my mind. The three year contract will soon end. I had thought about it long and hard and I decided to go on with the marriage. But will Layla also want us to continue? I thought, fearing that she might want us to end it.

"I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire." Rosa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious and completely terrified." "What's he like?" Elena realized she didn't even know the client's name. "I haven't met him yet. But Rosa..." She pulled out the contract. "Look at this number." Rosa whistled softly. "Holy shit, Elena. This is life-changing money." "It's Papa's life," Elena corrected. "That's all that matters." But as she lay in bed that night, Elena wondered what kind of man paid half a million dollars for a surrogate, and what he would expect from her in return.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes holding mine over the rim of the glass. “You play your part for one year. You save your brother. I secure my future. A clean, mutually beneficial exchange.” My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, not just from the shock, but from the horrifying temptation of the number. Ten million. I could give Leo his life back. “And what about the part of the contract that says ‘marriage of genuine affection’?” I challenged him. “How do we fake that? I remember the boy who promised me the world, Alessandro. That boy is dead. And I genuinely despise the ruthless, ice-cold man who replaced him.”

How she’d tried to ruin him when he finally ended it with false abuse claims, staged photos, lies that still haunted tabloids. How she’d come back now because she couldn’t stand seeing him happy with someone who wasn’t her. I listened, tears drying on my cheeks, guilt twisting tighter with every word. When he finished, his voice was rough. “I let her make me doubt love. Made me think it was just another transaction. Then you walked into my life wearing that ridiculous maid outfit, and everything changed.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document, our contract. My breath caught. He tore it in half. Then again. And again, until it was confetti in his fist.