From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

No, the heartbreak of my life! "It's a contract stating that you will be officially my wife for five months. I am paying you a hundred million for the five months you will stay with me." Period! Disgustingly simple! pathetic madness! The sky must be turning red for the very first time since its creation, that is why even the aura I am breathing right now is not the usual oxygen. This one is suffocating! It's choking me! I can't breathe at all! Someone bring me back to earth, because I doubt it's where all this nonsense is happening!

“What did you just say?” “You’re getting married to me simply because of a business contract gone wrong,” he joined her on her feet, taking a step closer towards her. “Our marriage and everything connecting you to me is a contract. So don’t you think you do not have the right to not want to be treated otherwise?” His words stung. So badly it had Emily at a loss of words for a while, a strange pain in her heart taking over her entire brain. “You’re an asshole.” “You won’t be the first saying that,” he smirked. “But too bad, you would be getting married to that asshole in three weeks.”

“She is a top businesswoman, owning hotels in some countries we don’t have hotels in. it will give us a good hand.” Aaron studied his brother. “Is that why you married Zoe?’ He asked and got the attention he desired. “Because I don’t buy the nonsense of being in love with each other secretly.” Avery looked at him and decided not to react. He only took his pen and signed the contract. “Mia said she told her.” Aaron continued and Avery confirmed by nodding his head. “She did and I’m sure she did a good job.” He replied, wishing they wouldn’t talk about it

THE END Dearest Readers, If you have gotten to this point then I must thank and also congratulate you for a job well done. The billionaire’s forever contract is in three parts and this is the ending of part 2 and the beginning of part 3 which will feature Diana Rodrigues; only daughter and spoilt brat of the Rodrigues family. Thank you once again for being here and another wild ride is promised. SNEAK PEEK INTO THE WORLD OF DIANA RODRIGUES [PART 3 OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S FOREVER CONTRACT]

He breathed in the fresh, cool air that came in through the slightly opened window. His fingers found their way into his hair as he leaned against the window frame, reflecting on how far they'd come since the inception of their contract marriage. It was no longer just a business arrangement; it had become a journey that was stretching beyond its predetermined boundaries. The complexity of emotions within him was undeniable. He had entered into this contract with a clear purpose, but now, the lines had blurred, and he found himself navigating uncharted territory. Olivia had awakened a side of him that had long been dormant, and he was interested in the possibilities it held.

He didn’t flinch, though the night air seemed to tense around them. “A contract marriage. Two years. No strings. No intimacy. You… just act as my wife. In return, I’ll cover everything your brother needs. I'll cover his hospital bills, therapy, aftercare. Every cent. You don’t have to worry.” Her laughter was bitter, more a bark than amusement. “You have got to be kidding me. The audacity. You're telling me I should become your pretend wife while I think of you as a—” Her voice cracked. “—you as a complete monster who ruined my life! To hell with you.”

“Or because you felt obligated. Because the contract has another eighteen months and walking away early would violate the terms. Because—” “Stop.” I crossed the space between us, fury making me reckless. “Are you seriously questioning whether I love you? After everything? After Maine and Milan and every night we’ve spent together? After I’ve given you every part of myself?” “My mother offered you twenty million dollars. Twenty million. And you said no because you love me? Diana, people don’t turn down that kind of money for love. They turn it down because they’re afraid of breaking a contract. Because they’re worried about losing what they already have. Because—”

"You're joking, right? Come on, what did he really say?" "I'm not joking. It's a contract marriage. One year. For a million dollars." Skylar's laughter died instantly. "Wait... what? Are you serious?" "I didn't have a choice," Iris said, her voice breaking. "My mom... she needs surgery." Skylar pulled her into a tight hug. "This is crazy. You're crazy. But I'm here for you." Tears welled in Iris's eyes as she clung to her friend. Then, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen-an unknown number.

Her name was on the front page. Amara Cole Hale – The Billionaire’s Contract Bride? Her stomach dropped. She snatched the paper, scanning the bold headline, her hands trembling as she read. The article speculated on everything—her sudden marriage, her lack of high-society background, her mother’s illness, even whispers of a deal struck between her family and Lucian’s empire. Grainy photographs accompanied the text: one of her and Lucian at the gala, another of her slipping into the hospital late at night.

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”