Temptation Of The Contract Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “I don’t know what kind of crazy game you intend on playing, but whatever it is, I don’t have time for— “One hundred million dollars.” I reeled back, not sure if I had heard right. “Excuse me?” “Every month for three years. And all you need to do is marry me.” “I don’t understand.” my confusion made the words come out as a dry laugh. “It’s simple. I want you to be my contract bride for the next three years. There will be an option for you to give me an heir, but that part will be explained in the fine print.” “A hundred million a month? That’s more than three billion in three years!” My brain refused to accept the information. Was I having a stroke?

But his tone, quiet, sure, made me wonder if maybe I’d run out of reasons to keep saying no to life. I took the envelope, opened it. My eyes skimmed the first line. “A contract marriage?” The laugh that escaped me was brittle. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” Before I could react, he stepped inside. No hesitation. His presence filled the room, crowding out the air. “I need a wife,” he said. “One year. Public appearances. No scandals. “And in return?” My arms folded tight across my chest. “You get your revenge,” he said, eyes locking on mine. “On Liam. On your sister. On every single person who watched you fall and pretended to feel sorry for you.”

She stayed at the island, and I understood that whatever this was going to be, she wanted it brief and contained, here, in the space where last night had started. "About last night," she said. I waited. "I want to be clear about something." Her voice was steady. Composed in the particular way she got when she'd already decided what she was going to say and was simply delivering it. "It doesn't change anything. The arrangement we have. The contract." I didn't move. "What happened was real," she said. "I'm not pretending it wasn't. But it doesn't change the terms. This is still a contractual arrangement. For Brahms. That's what it's always been and that's what it remains."

Christopher disagreed. Benjamin hissed. “You don’t have to fall in love with the woman. It is a simple and easy contract marriage. You set the rules and the woman acts according to your rules. You can call off the marriage anytime. But if you can’t do this, then I don’t know how you can claim your possession.” Christopher tried to think of the possibility of finding a woman that would act as his fake bride and even agree to his rules. Will any woman ever agree to sign such a contract? He was confused about this new plan.

“You seem intelligent enough to understand the need for clarity.” I looked down. My breath caught. A contract. Cold. Precise. Brutal. Clause One: No emotional expectations between parties. Clause Two: The bride will not be given the title of Luna. Clause Three: The bride will have no authority or participation in pack decisions. Clause Four: The bride’s primary and only purpose is to bear strong heirs within a reasonable timeframe. A tremor ran through me. I didn’t look up immediately. I couldn’t. The words blurred, sharp edges digging into my mind like shards of glass.

he began, his voice cool and detached, a contrast to his earlier pronouncements. “This is not what it seems.” My stomach tightened. Deep down, I had known. “This is a contract marriage,” he stated, his eyes fixed on mine. “A temporary arrangement. You will play the role of my wife and the mother of my child, for exactly one year. After that, you will leave. Without the child.” My blood ran cold. Leave? Leave my child? “In return,” he continued, as if discussing the weather, “you will receive a substantial sum – $100 million – to kickstart your career. I will also purchase a house for you in New York, a place where you can begin your new life, unburdened.”

“Don't get ahead of yourself. It's not what you think, I’m not going to kiss you or anything.” “Well, you almost did.” Richard added, reminding me of the last few minutes. “No I did not.” I snapped, shooting him a glare. ”So, what are we doing here?” He asked, and I stood upright, folded my arms across my chest and matched his indifferent expression. “You don’t want my parents to find out I’m in a contract marriage with you, right?” I asked, and he arched his brow in confusion. “No one is supposed to know we're in a contract marriage, it says so on the contract.” He stated, trying to contradict me.

Andrew lowered the glass, accepted a file, and then raised it back up. "I'll be straightforward, Miss Alice, your past or ex has nothing to do with me. You are my present and could be my future if you adhere to the specified conditions," Andrew explained, extending the file to her. "Excuse me?" Alice took the file, her expression showing confusion as she flipped through its contents. "This is a marriage contract for one year. Your challenge is to demonstrate that you are the most eligible to be Andrew Kingston's wife during this time," Andrew announced with pride, prompting Alice to ponder.

Lost in the delusion my mate had decided I was worth forgiving, I could have taken an unforgivable step. Now I'm terrified I've murmured Cassie's name in my sleep and plunged my mate into even further trouble. My irises must be blazing like fireworks. “It’s a contract marriage, Elle. It is what it is. Now leave.” “Why does it have to be a marriage of alliance only? You talk about that damn bridge like it’s the only thing that matters,” I take another step back to avoid her hand trying to touch my thigh. “What about you? Your needs?”

“Adrian, darling, are you hearing this? Your wife is scheduling independent business appointments now. After everything, her family begged me not to terminate the contract. And here she is, going for business meetings everywhere.” Eleanor leaned forward, her pearls catching the chandelier light. “This cannot continue. You are a Moretti wife, Sarah. And you are not supposed to be the one meeting people when Adrian is here. What will people say? If you start ‘going for business meetings everywhere,’ the rumors will write themselves. Restless bride. Disloyal. Perhaps even questioning the stability of Adrian’s upcoming expansions.”