From Contract Lover To The Billionaire's Bride Novels & Stories

I said, breaking the kiss, as I couldn't stare at him. "Wow! Ugly Freya just rejected a billionaire's kiss?" He asked with a smile on his face. Seemingly unembarrassed nor shy. "It's against the contract, Mr. Smith," I said slowly and quietly. "And what if the contract disappears?" He asked, as shock and confusion were written all over my face. But then, Michael would be hurt for the second time. The truth about my love life with Ambrose, his brother...

I have heard about him, and they weren't pretty, the words I have been told weren't nice at all, but how was this him? He was warm and delightful and he wanted me for a contracted wife, that was a big leveling up from Maxwell who was just an heir. “ I need time,” I spoke out. “ I need time to think and process this,” “ You can take all the time you want, in ten minutes, I will be waiting for an answer” “By time, I meant more than ten minutes” “ That is how much time I'm willing to give, think of it Nortia, 20 million dollars and your parents will be catered for, all you have to give in exchange is an heir and be my contracted wife”

"But I also remember telling you to read through the contract before you signed it. But you didn’t listen. Instead, you signed it and requested an upfront payment of 1.3 million dollars." I blinked, taken aback. "Okay... And why is all this important? What does it have to do with me going to the hospital?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air before answering. "It’s stated in the contract that we will be married for two years. During that time, you’ll have to carry my child. And after breastfeeding, you will be paid 25 million dollars and sent to any country of your choice to have a new beginning."

He could look for someone else to be his one day girlfriend and pay her. With a heavy sigh, Alex called Victor, his best friend. “Victor, I need your help,” Alex said. “We need to find a wife—and fast.” Victor said. "Sure. Since you told me last night, I've been thinking of this whole girlfriend stuff and something came to my mind." "Spill it," Alex replied, hoping for a favorable answer. "Well, you know what's popular nowadays?" Victor said, lowering his voice slightly. "Contracted marriages."

“Please read and sign this.” He took the file from her hands, staring at her while unrolling it slowly. As his eyes turned down and scanned the title on the front page, a dark chuckle escaped his lips. His gaze shot back to her, searching her face for any hint of sarcasm or mockery but she stood there calmly and completely serious. The title read: Contract Marriage “Are you kidding me?” Damien’s voice was low and dangerous as his anger simmered just below the surface. The mere sight of the words made him feel as if a fire had been lit inside him and ready to burn the entire world to the ground.

"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.

"And your marriage contract had one very specific clause." Lucian frowned. "The heir clause?" Gregory Winslow leaned forward. "Yes. It's year three, Lucian. That clause states that before the fourth year, an heir must be produced. No child means the marriage dissolves—and both our families lose everything we've built." Caliste raised an eyebrow. "Lose everything? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Her father glared. "It's not a joke, Caliste. The Velmores and Winslows joined for global control of trade and investment. If this marriage falls apart, dozens of partnerships collapse."

he murmured. The ride to Adrian's home was very silent. I sat stiffly at the back seat of his gleaming black Rolls-Royce, hands clasped in my lap. The ring on my hand was a gorgeous, chilly weight, just as the man beside me, thumbing through his phone like he hadn't just committed himself to a complete stranger. Last week, I was a desperate woman with no other options. And now, I am Valentine Sebastian, wife to one of the wealthiest men, a man I barely knew. Tied to a future that felt like a dream.

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.