From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

That means I have no hold over all his wealth and properties. Yes, I still think that the whole idea of contract marriage is stupid. And I still don't understand why he was willing to pay that amount for a fake marriage. What for? What would he get from the whole setup? Is he so bored in life that he no longer knows what to do with his money? The whole idea is crazy, I know, but that's a lot of money! That's 200,000 US dollars all in all! Two hundred freaking thousand US dollars!

The Billionaire's Contract Wife — Synopsis Sophia Carter never expected a simple business deal to change her entire life. After her father's company falls into financial trouble, she is forced to accept an unexpected proposal from Alexander Black, the cold and powerful billionaire CEO of Blackwood International. His grandfather's final wish was clear: Alexander must marry before taking full control of the family empire. The solution? A contract marriage with Sophia. To the world, they are a perfect couple. Behind closed doors, they are nothing more than two strangers bound by an agreement. But Sophia soon discovers that marrying Alexander means entering a world filled

I have so much to tell you about that cute guy from the first floor. My hands shook as I texted back. Rain check? Dealing with some family stuff. What family stuff? Is Alex okay? Yeah it's just some... other stuff. I'll tell you later. I promise. My response was lame and I knew it. But I was too stressed to think of a good excuse. Besides, Mara could smell my lies from a mile away anyway. And even though I hated not telling her everything that had happened, what was the alternative? Actually, Mara, a billionaire showed up at my door last night and threatened to kill someone if I didn't sign this contract to marry him, and now I'm delivering mysterious packages to journalists.

Imagining losing that woman just because of money tore her heart apart. With hands still trembling, Hazel looked at the document before her. A contract that could save her mother's life but destroy her own freedom. She knew, once the pen's ink touched that paper, her life would never be the same. But for the person she loved most, did she dare say no?

He reached into his briefcase and placed a document on the table. “Read it.” Sophia didn't move. “What is that?” “The marriage contract.” She stared at the document. “Everything is written there. The duration. The payment. The rules. Your sister's treatment. Your freedom. My responsibilities.” Sophia looked at him suspiciously. “And what do you get?” “My inheritance.” “So we're both using each other.” “Yes.” The honesty surprised her. Damien pushed the contract toward her. “You don't have to love me.”

He assured her, "All you've to do is act as my bride to be for a week and after the wedding, we get a divorce after at most, three months." He explained further. "Mister DeMarco, I..." "Astrid please," he pleaded with her, fearing she was going to refuse, "I'll pay you very well. All you've to do is fake being my fiancé for a week and my wife for two to three months. Don't worry, cause I won't touch you during those periods and after our contract ends, we go out separate ways. I won't even be in touch with you after that." He assured her,

She lifted her head, met his eyes, and smiled the first real, open smile she had given him in three hundred and sixty-five days. “Yes.” He kissed her then slow, reverent and endless. Outside, New York kept moving. Inside, they stayed tangled together until noon, learning the difference between ownership and belonging. And somewhere on a server in Switzerland, a five million dollar transaction reversed itself. Because some things, once surrendered, can never be bought back. End of The Contractual Wife Thank you for reading this!

“So they asked me to keep an eye on Matt like a spy, thus, they gave me a contract to find the billionaire’s real love and hint them. Mom, they promised to give me $20,000…” “That’s a cheat! But how much did you plan to give me from that?” Cassandra interrupted, “Errmm, sorry. Just finish it…Mom’s bird.” She added, presuming I wasn’t happy about that. “So this beautiful young lady, who I think was also wealthy. She had this big car…no, let me go straight to the point. I thought she was Matt’s lover considering how he described her. When she left the house in her big four Wheeler, I tried to call Catherine but she never picked up. So later on, she called back. Her voice was so dry, and she wa

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”