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I said to him, prying my hand free from Adrian's, not because I didn't want to be near him, but because I couldn't breathe. "I mean," Damian went on, circling around us like a vulture, "do you even know who you are? Or who you aren't? Because as far as I recall, you are just a contract wife. A pawn, a means to an end." "Damian!" Adrian said, his tone as sharp as a knife, "Leave. Now." "Oh, come on," he laughed, tossing up his hands in feigned innocence. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Just to remind little Val here not to get too comfortable."

MRS STANFORD POV The smell of chamomile still lingered in the air as I stirred my tea for the third time without sipping. My eyes, however, remained locked on the grand staircase , every creak of the wood sent my heart leaping. No one had come down yet...Not Leena Nor Ethan. But I could feel it in my bones that something was wrong between them. They were supposed to be the golden couple. When they returned from the island two years ago, married in secret and glowing with affection, I had held Leena’s hands in mine and said, “He will protect you and he'll chose you above all."

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

her voice trembled with remorse. “Stop with the apologies, Claire. Can we just go home and have lunch? The tension between us is killing me.” I nearly groaned with need. Her lips returned back to mine as she kissed me. She finally pulled away. Her lips were pink and slightly swollen from the contact with mine. “I was just about to say the same thing,” she smiled at me. “This contract will be the last contract I accept from Liah's father. You'll never have to see Liah again after this,” he said.

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

"We need to step back. Please. Look at the glass windows… anyone walking on the avenue can see inside! What if someone takes a picture? What if the press sees us together?" Her heart was hammering against her ribs so hard it hurt to breathe. This was a contract marriage. It was supposed to be a quiet, legal shield to protect her and satisfy his family's conditions. If the public found out that the untouchable, ruthless Killian Sterling was legally married to her the media would tear her to pieces. They would call her a gold-digger, a seductress, an opportunist. And worse, if anyone discovered it was a contract marriage, the scandal would destroy both of them. She didn't want a single soul to

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

The hell is she doing? She looked up to me first and says, "I will help you out, but you have to keep your promise. I have terms and conditions, and if you are not going to follow them, I am entitled to leave you. Deal? The contract is only for one month, and not more than that. No kiss on the lips, and you are not allowed to touch me UNLESS, I say so. Got it? And after one month of pretending, all of my debt, and my father's will be gone. We also don't have anything to do with you. And lastly, after one month, this house will be mine. It means, you will leave, and you will never get in touch with me, or my family again. Are we clear on that?"

They settled into a cozy booth, and Ivy took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting with her drink. “So, um,” she started, her voice slightly shaky. “I have this idea... a contract marriage.” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Contract marriage? That’s a bold proposal. What makes you think I’d be interested?” Ivy bit her lip, gathering her thoughts. “Well, it’s not what you think. I need someone to help me out of a tough situation, and I thought... maybe you’d be open to it?” “Interesting. But why me?” he asked, leaning closer, curiosity etched on his face. “You don’t even know my name.”

he paused, and looked into my eyes, “Because I need a wife.” The words landed hard, like a punch to my chest. “I’m sorry—what?” He didn’t flinch, “It would be a contractual marriage. Mutually beneficial with no illusions.” I stared at him as though he had just grown an extra head, because honestly, that would have made more sense. “You can’t be serious,” “I am,” he answered, “My company’s board is pushing for stability, and they believe that a wife would make the company seem more stable. I do not have time for emotional entanglements or political scandals.”