The Billion Dollar Marriage Contract Pdf Novels & Stories

I waited for him to elaborate while holding my breath. “Here's the deal, Thirty four million dollars, a hefty sum, wouldn't you say? And to think, it was all lost in gambling the same night they got it. I can take care of it, make it disappear. All gone. No more worries or threats from anybody. All you have to do is agree to marry me. For two years, a contractual marriage. No love, no feelings and definitely no drama. Just two people with a common goal.” With that he paused, letting it sink in while I stared at him in utter shock.

Then he moved behind his desk: black wood, no clutter and pulled out a folder. “This,” he said, placing it in front of me, “is a contract.” My fingers didn’t move. “What kind of contract?” “A marriage contract.” I laughed. I didn’t mean to. It just burst out of me: sharp and broken. “Excuse me?” “One year,” he said calmly. “Legal. Binding. You play the doting wife, attend events, wear the ring, and say the right things. In return, I’ll pay you five million dollars.”

He said firmly not even taking a glance at her for a moment. Eleanor was confused on his statement “Excuse me?” He gazed at her for a second and then continued typing away hardly on his laptop as the sounds of him pressing hard on the keyboard was very well heard around the room. “Nothing. Listen and listen well, I won't repeat myself on the contract details. The contract expires after two years of our marriage. I'll pay you five hundred thousand dollars” Eleanor wanted to say yes without thinking twice but suddenly remembered something. “But I need a billion dollars for my Mother cancer treatment. She needs to be flown out of the country but it's a billion dollars. Can you also help me with

“I do. It is no different to a business deal. We come to an agreement and everybody sticks to their side of the deal. And of course, there are clauses. Which includes you. Just in case something goes wrong. He was talking nonsense. “So I’m just a replacement to you?” “Wasn’t that an already established fact?” He shook his head. “I had no idea you existed before a couple of days ago. So if you really want me to tell you word for word, yes then. You’re just your sister’s replacement and as I did not have any interest in your sister, I see no reason things should be any different with you.” “Marriage is a contract and we just need it to get it signed and then go on with our respective lives. It

It felt heavy, substantial, like a ledger of sins. ​"The time for contracts written in spreadsheets is over, Evie," he said, his golden eyes hardening. "Your problem is five million dollars. My problem is political. This document solves both." ​Evie looked down at the title emblazoned across the front page in stark, silver lettering: MARRIAGE CONTRACT AND ALLIANCE PACT. ​A shocked, involuntary gasp escaped her. She snatched up the document, her fingers fumbling as she flipped through the pages. The legal jargon was dense, but the content was sickeningly clear:

"Come on in. I hope you don't mind the heat. The A/C is broken, and no one has come to fix it yet." She didn’t say anything, just gave a stiff nod before pulling out a sleek leather folder and opening it on the chipped coffee table. “This is the marriage contract. Mr. Knight has instructed us to walk you through its key provisions. It outlines the six-month marriage arrangement.” I sat down slowly, my fingers twitching in my lap. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. The document looked like a small novel. She started reading. “The marriage will be dissolved at the conclusion of the six months. Mr. Knight will provide you with the agreed-upon sum of one million dollars upon successfully comple

Steph asked. "I have my ways," Alex responded. "What is it you want to talk about?" "I have a proposal." Steph thought for a while about what it could be that he wanted to say. "I want us to sign a contract," he said "What kind of contract?" "We are going to get married but it's only going to be for 10months till the baby is born." "I don't want to get married, that's not why I came to you." "I know and I don't want it either. My company is having a big break right now and I don't want the media getting anything to divert people's attention from what really matters."

Roshan asked as we entered the study. “Yes,” I responded. I took the contract booklet and began flipping through—my mind alert, my brain engaged. “Rules governing the contract.” The second page read. Oh wow. I leaned in and read further. “This marriage is for public appearance only, nothing strings attached.” Definitely. “No prying into privacy. You do you and I do me—in simpler terms, stay out of each other’s business.” Fine by me. “Two million dollars pay for your service. Half the payment will be made upon signing—a sum of one million dollars transferred to your account.”

Nathan corrects her. “But what are we going to say when people find that you two got a divorce so quickly?” Malory wonders. “That we disagreed a lot and we decided to remain friends,” Nathan answers her. “I would like a contract to be written though,” I say and I get glares from everyone, but I shrug it all off. I don’t give a damn. “What? I need to make sure that I’m getting the money after a year and I also need to make sure that Nathan will be nothing but a loyal husband. I’m not going to be pictured as the wife who constantly gets cheated on, yet she chooses to stay with her husband.”

I blurted out before I could stop myself. My dad nodded. “The wedding is in two weeks.” “Fuck this!.” She got on her feet. “I’m not getting married to some loser. I’m not getting married just because you failed to save your company the normal way. I’m getting out of here.” “There are consequences.” Mom said quickly just before Chloe could turn her back to leave. “We signed a document, documents. And it said that if we failed to fulfill our part of the contract, both your father and I would have to give up everything we own, including this house and failure to do that would lead us to prison.”