From Contract Lover To The Billionaire's Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm Sloane. I'm so sorry to intrude. I just... I needed to see him. One last time." Mira crossed her arms. "See who?" "Kieran." Sloane's smile was sad. "I know it's inappropriate. I know I have no right. But when I heard he was getting married—really married, not the contract thing—I had to come." Mira's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about the contract?" "Everyone knows about the contract, darling. It was the talk of the city for weeks." Sloane stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "The cold billionaire and his convenient bride. It was very romantic, in a transactional sort of way."

"The debtor and loaner will not enjoy the benefits of a conventional marriage. There will be no physical interactions of any sort and the topic of intimacy shall be a line that should never be crossed" His eyes stay glued to my face when I finish. He almost looks like he's contemplating things but finally, he leans forward, a small smile on his lips. "Noted". There's a slyness about his expression that I don't like but before I can say anything else, he drums his fingers onto the paper on the table. "Now sign the contract please". I take the pen and stamp my signature onto the paper, a small grimace on my face. When I'm done, he takes the pen from me and signs on the paper too.

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.”

-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

★★★ “The value of this deal is $40 million. I currently have my signature on the pages. We have one year to fulfill this deal before we part ways. Once you have this money, you can go anywhere, but until then, you cannot tell anyone about it,” William told Monica in a flat voice. She, wearing a white bridal dress and bearing a heavy heart that was causing her the most anguish of her life, held the paper in her hand and muttered, “I understand; I too want my marriage to remain discreet." She let out a long breath and raised her teary eyes to William.

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.

“Don't get ahead of yourself. It's not what you think, I’m not going to kiss you or anything.” “Well, you almost did.” Richard added, reminding me of the last few minutes. “No I did not.” I snapped, shooting him a glare. ”So, what are we doing here?” He asked, and I stood upright, folded my arms across my chest and matched his indifferent expression. “You don’t want my parents to find out I’m in a contract marriage with you, right?” I asked, and he arched his brow in confusion. “No one is supposed to know we're in a contract marriage, it says so on the contract.” He stated, trying to contradict me.

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

“I know you do honey. If you didn't you wouldn't have rushed into marriage” My mom still thinks that it's because of love I ended up with him. “I need to tell you something, Mom. I know you would have expected more from me but I have to tell you at least” “I and Edward had a contract marriage” She raised a brow. “I don't understand” “I saw him once at Treats, he came with Anna, a few weeks later he called me and offered me a contract. He was going to get Dad treated and offer me a good job if I married him for two years.”