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

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

He always preferred the chair behind the desk. She sat on the other end and waited for him to talk "That, actually, the contract doesn't have any compensation if you broke it. Like this. But if you cheated the Brooks family, it would be in effect. I had this contact with actually another person in mind- not you. And you were a surprise. So before I could change many things, we signed and everything. And some things weren't in my mind." He paused. Lia got something from the conversation. That he was going to ask someone else to be his wife.

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

I asked Cassandra the same question. “Yes we do,” they sounded a positive chorus. “I met Angela and Catherine, Matt’s fiancé, and mother respectively. The problem is that Matt doesn’t appear to like Angela,” I took a break to check if they were concentrating. “So what has that got to do with you? Does he love you instead?” Cassandra sarcastically spewed out, but I wasn’t in that mood. “So they asked me to keep an eye on Matt like a spy, thus, they gave me a contract to find the billionaire’s real love and hint them. Mom, they promised to give me $20,000…”

They stayed on the dance floor a while longer, their movements slower and more natural now. Alexis felt a strange mix of lightness and security in Julian’s arms, as if, for once, she wasn’t carrying the weight of the world alone. As the night went on, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him, wondering how someone like Julian Devereux had managed to step into her life and turn it upside down. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that this contract marriage, what had started as a desperate solution to a public disaster, might just become something far more complicated.

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

Finally, in a tone that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, he said, “Damien Lancaster.” My blood ran cold. No way. Damien Lancaster—the Damien Lancaster—was a billionaire, a ruthless CEO, and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. He was constantly in the headlines, known for his brilliant business acumen and complete lack of interest in relationships. And somehow… I had married him. I felt the room tilt slightly, dizziness washing over me. My fingers dug into the sheets as I struggled to steady my breath. This can’t be real. Maybe I was still dreaming—still trapped in some alcohol-fueled nightmare.

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

Nothing could be more relieving than being in the process of getting a fortune but at the same time, nothing could be more dreadful than being contractually bound to a billionaire who had a million rivals… Everything had really happened so fast this week. I'd signed a three-month contract marriage after having a nightstand with my father's creditor. Way to go!. I was so in love with “Sophia the first” cartoon and oh am I living the life!. The whole wedding process had been done in just four days. “You’re among the first five people who applied for the post..” those were the words of the billionaire's personal assistant when I called to inform her of my interest.. “Whoever gets chosen won't m