Novel & Cerita From Contract Lover To The Billionaire's Bride

He had a plain expression like he hadn’t just uttered the craziest words to her. He turned and without sparing anyone a single glance, walked straight out of the hall to disappear leaving so many confused people behind. Emily, topping the list. She had about a hundred things to say about but at that moment, all she could make up was the fact that she had set herself up. She was getting married to a lunatic. A billionaire who somehow managed to be a lunatic. —- Before Emily’s marriage in only a couple of weeks was announced, she had a life before. One she couldn’t just dismiss so easily.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

" You speak like you have a memory loss. Everything you so much desire , luxury at its peek and helping your father's company from been bankrupt." I took a deep breath and gripped the pen , my fingers numb as if signing itself would break something sodt6 inside me. It felt like I was surrendering my life go him as I sighed the contract. " Done." I said. Without flinching , Nathaniel took out the signed contract and tucked it into his briefcase with a casualness that seemed to belittle the seriousness I had put up. "Let me rephrase this, this is a marriage on paper, Abby. No catching of silly feelings."

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

Curiosity gnawed at me, but so did a healthy dose of skepticism. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I tore open the envelope. Inside were crisp legal documents, the words blurring before my eyes in a whirlwind of legalese. As I read, a cold dread settled in my stomach. The contract proposed a marriage. A marriage between me, Olivia Moore, baker, and Ethan Kingsley, billionaire…in name only. The details unfolded: a six-month charade, a hefty financial compensation for me, and complete secrecy. It seemed like a dream – the answer to all my financial woes. Yet, a nagging question echoed in my mind: why?

Now there were just four of us. “Getting married,” I muttered. His eyes widened as he looked at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was horrified. “No kidding, who's the unlucky girl? Tell me about her.” “We just met, so I don't know much.” “That's all you know about your wife:-to-be?” “She's pretty, and she stole from me.” “Wait, let me get this straight. Someone stole from you and you decided that you'd get back at her by marrying her.”

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.

Because she knew what the world had just witnessed: A wedding without a kiss. A bride without a smile. A billionaire who refused to pretend. And Elena, trapped inside the role, realizing that even her humiliation was part of his design.

Adrian Michael’s mind was a fortress of high-stakes business deals, the roar of custom engines, and the blurred neon of late-night galas. There was no room in that fortress for a marriage deadline. My eyes drifted to the mahogany bedside table. Tucked beneath a book lay a thin stack of papers, their edges crisp and unforgiving. Divorce papers. Already signed. Already waiting to be served like a final meal. Seven years ago, Adrian had stood at the altar and bound his life to mine for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with love. At twenty-one, I had been naive enough to tell myself I understood the arrangement. I told myself I could endure the coldness if it meant fulfilling Victor Mi

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.