Temptation Of The Contract Bride Novels & Stories

"Page Six. Billionaire's Bridesmaid Bride. There's a photo of you leaving Voss Tower yesterday holding a folder against your chest like it's a baby. The caption calls you, and I'm quoting directly, the convenient replacement." Temi's stomach dropped through the floor of her studio. She pulled up the article on her laptop, Pri still talking in her ear, and there it was, a grainy long lens photograph of her walking out onto Sixth Avenue the day before, sunlight hitting her face, the contract folder clutched to her chest exactly the way Pri described. Beneath it, a headline written to draw blood. Voss Heir Trades Runaway Bride for Her Best Friend, barely 24 hours later. "How did they get this s

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas

I asked beginning so nervous and ghost bumps just kept on appearing more my skin harder which I wasn't able to control. " A contract bride like you would marry my son on contract based on the money" Mr Smith laid a reply to me with a smirk. " What?" I asked and paused with a confused look this time and a scared feeling of what would happen next on this one. " I don't think there is something bad for you about becoming a Bride for us the family just get paid and be the wife to my son and play the wifey duty" Mr Smith's words sounded quite unmatured to me at that moment.

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.”

Zach lowering back into his chair, Isabella's eyes flicking between Seraphina and me, calculating something I had no interest in. "There won't be a wedding," I announced and the room went still. The woman and daughter gasped. Seraphina didn't move. "Mr. De Luca, surely—” Zach started but I cut him off. "This is a contract," I said. "Not a celebration. She signs the documents and that's all that's required." I looked at Seraphina again, briefly, and watched her absorb the words without reaction — though I noted the slight release in her shoulders.

He looked calm and definitely didn’t look like a man who was trying to avoid being humiliated. Beside him sat a man in a gray suit flipping through a thick stack of papers. “Have a seat,” he said softly . He threw the papers in front of her. “ sign it or else your mother dies tonight” “What— is this?” “It’s a contract Miss Cooke you will be replacing your best friend Summer in the next hour” the lawyer replied. “Where’s summer? I can’t marry Mr.Lewis.” A hush fell over the room.

I had never seen him look so angry. I gaped at him. “What do you mean?” I am really confused. I pick up the new condom he just threw on the bed and find that this one is sticky with the oil that was supposed to be inside. And it looks like… it looks like someone had poke the package with needles! “The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” he stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.”

“The bride’s mother is very ill with only two months left. The groom is fulfilling her wish, keeping the wedding simple because he didn’t really want it. He’s doing this for her, despite his apparent lack of interest.” Ruby relayed this to Colt and Linda, who seethed with jealousy. “How did Ciara win the mother’s affection?” Linda raged. “I want her to suffer!” She dialed a number, “Hayes, I need you to take care of Ciara. Price is no object.”

It was obvious she was clearly messing with him. But seeing her sniffle and wipe those seductive eyes, he couldn't bear to let her keep crying. So he called out to her in a gentle voice. "Ava." She just looked at him and didn't say a word, which was one of the things he found most pissing about her. Seeing the hickey marks on her neck, he felt a dark spark in him. He wanted to kiss her again. He never found a way to say it, but he didn't just marry Ava as his contract bride. She was, in fact, his first love. His relationship with Kate White was mainly transactional but was misinterpreted by the press. There was no way, even with his old man's pressure, that he would get married to a stranger

"Even when you say it, I can't recognize who's speaking. It feels like it's not Sebastian Lim, but my eyes confirm that it is indeed Sebastian Lim saying it. You're so complicated... this is not your true self, a contractual marriage and all the fuss is completely out of character for you. I really feel like I don't know who you are anymore, that's why I'm trying to find the real Sebastian Lim behind those black eyes..." "Anyone in a desperate situation would change character easily. This is my way of resolving the desperate situation I'm facing. Like I said before, there is no other way, and you're the only one I can use. If there are some things you want to revise from my previous offer, y