Marriage By Contract With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

“Let’s be clear. You need money. I need a favor. This isn’t a romance novel. It’s a contract.” She crossed her arms. “You’re not going to, like, boss me around and call me your ‘little wife’?” He smirked. “Not unless you’re into that.” Ava’s cheeks flushed. Infuriating. Absolutely insufferable. But also… infuriatingly hot. She cleared her throat. “Why marriage? Why not just donate like a normal billionaire?” He didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on her just a moment longer than necessary. “It’s complicated,” he said finally.

I poured. “Really!” She screamed. “What did he come to do? How was he able to locate this place?” She asked. Shock and surprise ran through her face. “I don't know who gave him the address to this place. That isn't the main issue.” I let out. “He came and offered me a two-year contract marriage.” I let out. “Contract marriage?" Lizzy shouted, her eyeball moving randomly. “Well, it's left for you to decide on that. But I know Donal is a multi-billionaire…. His opulence is beyond measurement. G****e about his business, and you will understand what I am talking about.” Lizzy let out.

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how

“It’s a contract, Paige. A business arrangement.” “You signed a contract to marry a man you just met.” “Yes.” “A man who happens to be one of the most powerful billionaires in New York.” “Yes.” “And also, if the photos are any indication, possibly the hottest man alive.” Despite everything, I laugh. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

I tried so hard to recall if I had a thing with him before but none could remember. He bent his head over to me, his eyes piercing through mine and he studied me as if I were a problem that only he could solve. “That’s what makes this fun.” He handed me the document without any further words. Pages of legalese—but the bold title at the top said it all: Contractual Marriage Agreement. “You want to marry me?” I laughed bitterly trying to understand the message passed on by the . “What is this, billionaire pity?” “Revenge,” he said softly.

The old man asked looking hurt and sounded by Dylan's words. "You are the one acting stubborn Grandpa. Ariel has a child for me, she is my responsibility. And I already married her before coming here too, you can't object to our union. I decide who I want to get married to, spend my life with, and also who I love too. Don't force it, Grandpa, it won't work out

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

He didn't tell her anything of such and didn't even behave in such manner. Anytime she remembered they were legally, really married, not based on a contract or revenge, it always brought smiles to her face, her cheeks always warms but now …. She couldn't smile not when she was seeing all of these. “With all this ongoing, the billionaire seems to have an undissolved marriage,” the host said, a perplexed look on his face. “What?” Juliet’s brows knitted together, surprise flashing through her expression. Aliyah tilted her head slightly. “What the hell are they saying?”

"Marry you, pretend to love you, for money?" Hayes's smile crept up, slow and unnerving, sending shivers coursing through my veins. His eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity. "Think carefully, Bianca," he warned, his voice low and deliberate. "This is your only escape, your only chance to break free from the struggles that haunt you. Two hundred thousand dollars will erase your debts, secure your future." He paused, his gaze piercing mine. "In return, all I ask is that you wear my ring, bear my name, have a baby for me and play the part of my devoted wife for two short years. A small price to pay for financial freedom, don't you think?"