Love For Hire Married To A Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

The doctor asked me again as if I didn't know what I was talking about and this time, I laughed at the absurdity of his question. "Why would I be Kate Robinson? Liam is married, isn't he?" "Kate, how many children do Mr and Mrs Robinson have?" The doctor asked me again and this time, I was becoming fed up with the almost pointless questions. I decided I would only answer one more question and that would be all. I sighed heavily before answering the question, "Mr and Mrs Robinson have just one son and the said son is currently married to former Miss Emily Stone and they're now expecting a child together." I told the doctor in full detail, hoping he wouldn't ask me any more questions but I was

He hated seeing her in that position in the same way he hated that Madine's hospital bills were piling up. “We can't blame her when she is in a coma. We can only show her love and hope that she wakes up soon.” Hannah ran her hand through Madine’s curly waves. Her daughter was so strong. She didn't receive half of the care Nadine received yet she grew up so well. Although she was stubborn, she still grew up well. Hannah felt bad for her each time but she and her husband's income was only ever enough for Nadine's expensive needs. Exactly two weeks later, Trenton Hudson had found the house of the woman he promised to marry. However, Although he was a billionaire, the world's youngest billionair

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

A Billionaire who can help their business to prosper and be known all over the world. She tried to escape on the night of their engagement party but was unsuccessful that's why she had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage offered to her by the mysterious, heartless but handsomely cold Billionaire – Stefano Vanderbilt. Their agreement was that their marriage would only last for three years and then Stefano would help her escape and hide from her family after that. But fate turned playful on them because months passed and they realized that they were starting to have feelings for each other. Shantelle thought that she would finally be happy with her husband and their marriage, but s

Aaliyah stared at her phone, rereading the words as if they might change if she blinked. “CEO’s Contract Marriage Exposed: Inside the Billionaire’s Fake Love Deal.” Her ears rang. The article wasn’t just gossip—it was surgical. Dates. Legal terms. Anonymous quotes that sounded far too familiar. Even pictures from the restaurant the night before, zoomed in on Ethan’s hand covering hers. Her fingers went numb. This wasn’t an accident. Someone wanted to destroy them. She scrolled. Gold-digger. Paid bride. Strategic asset. Each word carved into her chest.

With the look on his face, I knew he wasn't joking. There was no use arguing. It would just prolong the conversation and I wanted to get out of here. Marriage. They talked about it like it was something so easy to accomplish. First of all, I had to find a woman that I would have to fall in love with. That in itself was something I had promised myself that I would never do. After what happened to me, there was no way that I would trust a woman enough to get married to her after what happened. I hated women. Each and every one of them. They were low class, gold diggers who were only interested in your money and looks. They had no heart and couldn't even value a true one when they saw it.

"Then you lose all payment. Medical benefits cease. And you'll have signed a non-disclosure agreement so tight, even your grandkids will be bound by it legally. The weight of the binder in her arms felt heavier now. She imagined telling Leni this over a phone call. “Hi Ate, I’m marrying a billionaire for mom’s dialysis. Don’t worry, it’s purely transactional.” She imagined her mother in a clean, quiet hospital room. No more shared beds or waiting hours for a worn-out doctor. Real medicine. Real care. All bought by a fake marriage. She sat back down. "Do I have a lawyer?" "Absolutely," Caelan replied. "Pick one of your own, or we can suggest someone unbiased. No pressure."

“I'm not telling you shit! It was always there. You just didn't read it thoroughly.” “I did! There was nothing like that in the precontract I looked through. Why are you doing this to me? Just let me go. You don't love me after all.” My voice cracked. A tear clung to my lower lash, waiting to fall. “You weren't supposed to say yes,” he said between clenched teeth, closing the gap between us. “You were meant to turn me down. Who agrees to marry a man they've never met before? You were after the gains. A billionaire—why not?”

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.