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

“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.”

(Flashback) Three years ago. Damian Pov: The deal was simple. Marry Lia Hart. Strengthen the alliance between our families. Secure my position. Feelings weren’t part of the equation. I’d been raised to control, to conquer, to never show weakness. Love was a distraction. An unnecessary risk. When my father sat me down that evening, the contract between our families already drafted, I didn’t hesitate. I told myself it was business. Nothing more.

“He’s not supposed to get close enough to hurt me. It’s just a contract.” Valeria raised a brow. “You’re signing up to be the wife of a billionaire for three months, pretend or not. That’s not a contract, honey. That’s an emotional hunger game.” City lights smeared across the windshield like rivers of melted gold. Charles rode in the back of his black Bentley, quiet and dark, his face ghosting spindly in the glass. The contract was tucked under his coat like a cocked pistol. His jaw was set. Mind racing. Every possible loophole, risk, and proviso coursed through him like fire ants.

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.

“It’s all lies. I was there, Serene. I watched it happen. Kate never loved him. She loved the cameras, the private jets, the Volkov name on her arm at galas. She cheated on him for years. Everyone knew. When he finally ended it, she tried to take half his empire in the divorce. When that failed, she disappeared to Europe with some prince. Now she’s back because she heard about you. Because the world is calling you the woman who tamed Nicholas Volkov, and she can’t stand not being the center of his universe.” I swallowed hard. “Serene, look at me.” I did. “Nicholas has never looked at anyone the way he looks at you,” she said fiercely. “Not even close. He let you walk out last night because h

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”

The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited. From that moment onwards, I felt trapped. I was bound to a ruthless Billionaire by a contract and by a child. On the night of our wedding, Dominic insisted that I slept in the same room with him. I knew that it was his own way of torturing me. As I laid on the king-sized bed with my back against him, I felt his arms pull me closer to himself. His hot breath lingered against my ear. "You stole from me Lena.." He slowly whispered. His voice dripped with malice. "Now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for it.”

“Your youth, perhaps. And a pretty enough face. But the Moretti name carries centuries of expectation. Bloodlines. Standards. One wonders how long it will take before we get here.” The words sliced deep. “I married your son not because I wanted to,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not the name. Not the house. Not the centuries of whatever you think makes you superior. It's a contract marriage, or have you forgotten?” Adrian finally looked up from his phone. His jaw tightened. “Sarah, let’s not turn dinner into a debate.”

You can't cancel it," Rapheal asked the girl after giving her their pre-nuptial contract folder. "Still, the one who will lose the most is you and not me. How can a poor woman like me manry a conglomerate like you?" Rapheal said casually without caring about the work contract. "So you are willing to marry me and be my wife?" Rapheal asked questioningly when the plane had started to take off. "You want to marry me? If you want to be with me, of course I won't refuse" Rachel thought that all of this was just a joke from her boss.

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX