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

“‘Today,’ he continued, ‘I announce that Lira and I will marry officially in a week. I want everyone to be there to witness this union.’ After saying this, he sat down, exuding calm authority. Just then, Mr. Hart’s voice boomed out. ‘And… is Lira aware of this?’ With that, Lira looked him directly in the eye and replied, "Yes, Father. I am aware.....I am ready to marry Damian legally. Not a contracted marriage" She emphasized the words ‘contracted marriage' making it clear she understood his past manipulations and was no longer under his control. Shortly, Serena’s phone rang sharply, cutting through the tension like a knife. Immediately, all eyes turned toward her. She stood quickly, grabbed

“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.”

I felt used, like a slut, a billionaire's slut. I looked at the marriage contract and tears dropped out of my eyes. I had no choice, even if I was to reject this, my family will forever mock me, I’ll be the laughing stock of the city, and I’ll miss an opportunity to be something in life, And I don’t think Mr. Vuitton would let me go so easily. Whatever reason he has behind our marriage, he was not intending on making it public, and according to the terms, it was going to last for as long as he wanted it to.

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.