From Contract Lover To Billionaire Bride Part 2 Release Date Novels & Stories

“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

_______(3 weeks later and the wedding is over) Lucian's POV Ales and I didn't go on a honeymoon. I told the press it was because of work, which was partly true but honestly I just didn't like the idea of parting from my work for so long and being on a vacation that was meant for a couple who love each other. But the outcome of the wedding was amazing. Now being the CEO and sole owner of King Enterprises, a billionaire company, was the best possible outcome that could come out of an ultimatum. "Mr. King, your new assistant is ready for the job." My secretary buzzed in from the intercom.

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.”

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.

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

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.

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.

His friend clapped him on the shoulder. “If you don’t mind,” he said with a teasing grin, almost laughing, “we can start the search there.” Adrian didn’t smile. But he didn’t refuse either. Because somewhere beneath the hesitation, the plan was already forming. A contract wife and a fabricated love story. An heir under negotiation and he had three weeks. It was a lie that needed a face. As he rose to leave, his phone vibrated again. Another unknown number buzzed through his phone leaving another message.