My Boss, My Contracted Billionaire Husband 소설 & 이야기

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

"Are you still there..." Her voice from the other end brought me out of my thoughts. She probably wants to know everything...Exactly what was going on here, but where would I begin: My contract husband always gives me rollercoasters of damn emotions, or the fact that I almost got raped at his damn business party. I rolled my eyes, disappointed with my shitty fate. "Everything's going so great. According to Mr.billionaire, I would be sleeping on a tiny couch, while he'll have the bed all to himself" I spat out without hiding the sarcasm in my tone. My blood bumbling again, I hold my phone tighter.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

He smiled and replied, “Your father has already accepted your husband as family. He’s prepared a six-billion-dollar contract with Mark’s Group for him, if you agree to come with me.” *Six billion dollars?* The reality was beginning to sink in. My husband was about to get the biggest deal of his life, just because I existed. “Fine,” I said softly, “but…buy him the best penthouse in the city. Make sure he knows it’s for him, from me.”

I won't lie that I am not baffled too. I have never heard of him being in a romantic relationship since I started working here and I have never seen a woman come looking for him. Why does he want to get married for just a year? Is this all for business sake? My eyes fall on the networth and I gasp softly. He is my boss and I know he is f***ing rich but I never thought he was this loaded. He is not just a billionaire, he is a f***ing trillionaire with businesses all over the continent.

I wanted to ask him questions, but I don't know how to start. “What is your work? I’m almost a week in your mansion, however, I don't know your job,” I asked him. He stopped eating and looked at me. “Have you read the contract you signed? You don't have the right to ask me about my personal life. All you need to do is to act as my wife. I don't care if it's in public or private places. Just act. Simple as that.” I shut my mouth. He continued eating while I lost my appetite already. Is it too big of a deal for him to answer it? Why doesn't he just tell me that he's a billionaire? I didn't even read the contract he gave me that night. I just signed it. How the hell would I know what was writte

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”