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

She replied cheekily, “I gave you the chance to draft your conditions to be added to the contract, but your ego which is as big as the universe wouldn’t let you do that. You signed the contract without even reading it. Be grateful I didn’t make you sign over your power of attorney.” He took a deep breath. She was right. He had made a mistake. “For a minute, I will agree that I broke the first two clauses. When did I break the last one?” She smiled, hiding her real feelings. “Today’s front page of the newspaper. It says you and Regina are engaged and the wedding can happen anytime. If you were loyal to your wife, how could such news be printed on major platforms? I don’t believe your PR team

Tiffany said, her voice filled with concern. Camille hesitated, unsure how much to share. "It's just...complicated," Camille began, taking a deep breath. Tiffany shrugged with a smile, "You can share it with me." Camille sipped her latte, "It's actually about a friend of mine." Camille paused and looked at Tiffany who urged her to continue. "So, my friend is in this contract marriage, and she's not sure if her husband loves her. When he looks at her, she feels this flutter, but she's afraid of getting hurt again."

On it was a document titled "CONTRACT OF CONVENIENCE." Elara’s eyes scanned the text, her disbelief growing with each word. · Term: One Year. · Role: Act as the fiancée, and subsequently wife, of Kaelan Thorne for public appearances and family obligations. · Compensation: Twenty million dollars, payable upon successful completion of the contract term. · Conditions: No emotional attachment. Strictly a professional arrangement. All rules to be outlined in Appendix A. She stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "You're insane."

Shena said, even though she wasn't ready. Ola told Jessi to give the tablet to Shena through her eyes. After that, Jessi slowly handed the tablet to Shena who had leaned over to look at the tablet more closely. Shena read the display on Ola's tablet. An article whose title was written in all capital letters and bold. 'EXCLUSIVE NEWS! XAVIER WAS CAUGHT ON CAMERA KISSING A WOMAN! THIS IS THE WOMAN.' Shena scrolled down the screen a little, seeing a photo with a very familiar setting. It looked like a nightclub. There was a man and a woman kissing in the middle of a crowd of visitors.

he asked again, without batting an eyelash. I found myself shaking my head while saying, "Do you even hear yourself?" "Don't worry, it's going to be a contract marriage," he said before he motioned James to give him something. James handed him an envelope. Louie took the said envelope from James and opened it. He took something from it. "The contract will be valid for two years. Meaning, we're going to get a divorce after two years," he said as he laid the papers down on the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at the same time. "I do not know if this is some kind of a prank or something. I still don't get why I have to marry you. Like it doesn't really make any sense at all! Now, if you'll

“Sources suggest that the marriage between billionaire Adrian Wolfe and newcomer Amara Vance was a transaction to clear six-figure medical and property debts. Insiders claim a one-year contract is in place...” I sank into one of the leather armchairs, the remote slipping from my hand. They knew. Not everything, but enough to make the "fairytale" look like a fraud. "I told you to stay in your room." Adrian was standing in the doorway. He looked like he had just come from a battlefield. His tie was gone, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were burning with a cold, white-hot fury. "How did they get this?" I whispered, gesturing to the screen. "The foreclosure notice was private. The contract

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.

-I heard rumors over there, that you had married because of a contract that unites you, that is real, and I also want to know if you enjoyed your honeymoon, that is, if there was a night of passion between you, because when there is a contract of interest, you can't make love with the other person, you are having problems with the marriage, or is it me that there was a love triangle around here, apparently, we have a minute listening to everything," says the impertinent reporter. Blonde Lucrecia instantly pulls herself together to give them what the press wants to hear just to cover their mouths, even though they both know they are still pure virgins. -There is no love triangle, we have no m

“Then you just… kept staying.” “I didn’t have a choice, Clara. You know that.” “Now you do.” A small, genuine smile touched my lips. “Yes. Now I do.” She reached across the scarred wooden table and squeezed my hand, her grip warm and grounding. “So, what’s the endgame? You just vanish from the great Adrian Michael’s life forever? Like a ghost finally finding peace?” “That’s exactly the plan.” “And the money?” Clara’s brow furrowed slightly. “The ten million. It’s supposed to be transferred the moment the contract expires, right?”