Novel & Cerita From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Release Date

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!

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.

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute

His name is Zion. Calm. Polished. Infuriatingly composed. I fully intended to refuse him. Then he mentioned the terms. Three hundred million alongside the bride price. Five million monthly stipend after marriage. Deposit immediately after registration. I changed my tone. My parents have never given me three million at once for fear I might become “extravagant.” When I was eighteen and they found out I was dating my scumbag ex, they told me to break up with him. I refused and ran away because I was “in love.” They froze my credit card. For three months, I worked nonstop while attending school to sponsor that idiot because I didn’t want him to look uncool in front of his friends.

"Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride." "Should I be happy about that? I'm marrying a billionaire, so what? You’re probably just going to make me miserable," I said bluntly. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "I’m interested in getting to know you better, Miss Del Vega. Don’t worry, I won’t make you my servant. The truth is, I just need to marry you so I can receive my father’s inheritance." "So after the marriage, I’m free?" I felt a glimmer of hope, but it faded instantly when he shook his head.

“I need a wife. Temporarily.” My heart skipped. “Excuse me?” “A contract marriage,” he said calmly, like it was some normal chore. “It’ll help shut my father up, save my image, and get him off my back. Three months, maybe six. Nothing real.” I stared at him, stunned. What's he saying? “Why me?” I asked quietly. He smirked, but there was something serious in his eyes. “Because you’re invisible enough for it not to get messy and interesting enough to pull it off.”

"Yes. Usually, I don't like to explain but I guess I have to at this point. This would be a contract marriage. It won't hold for eternity which means I'd be needing the heir within two years." I gawked at him bitterly. "Two years?" "You and I will be benefiting from this contract. You understand? I don't need your love, I need your fertility." he analyzed and his last sentence irked me. "I'd have to live with you for two years?" "I believe that's what couples do." He burst into hysterical laughter and I felt stupid. No doubt, Stephen De La Cruz was the man of every woman's dream. I had caught some people talking about how they would almost run insane if they came across him and he asked them

She sighed before continuing, "I spoke to the Niel family and they agreed to invest in our business and make it rise but on one condition, they want you to marry their son, Cole." Katiya was dumbstruck, she was only 19 years old and she knew the Second Master, Cole Niel. He was one of the most eligible bachelors of the Oscaria but he had a tragic past that was kept a secret from the public. Noticing her discomfort Alexia quickly added, "I already rejected the offer. I couldn't marry you off to the Niels because of money for medical bills. Your father wouldn't forgive me if I did that. I'd call them to….”

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Leila glared at him. “Let’s go over this again.” He gestured for her to continue, as if humoring her. She gritted her teeth. “Six months. We stay married for six months, and in exchange, my brother is left alone. No harm, no threats, no blackmail.” Adrian nodded. “Correct.” She continued. “We live together.” “Yes.” She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to keep reading. “There will be public appearances. Events. Interviews.” She looked up. “You expect me to play the role of the devoted wife?”

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.