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He asked dropping the paper on the bed. Alexa took it with confusion written on her face. She gulped at the words written on it. "A deal of sale?" She asked looking at him. Mr. Hodge nodded. "Yep. You're gonna sign that contract, and sell me all your shares in that company." Alexa shook her head in disagreement. "That's impossible." "What made it not possible? The contract is right in front of you. All you need to do is grab a pen, and sign on it. It's so easy."

“I... I thought we could talk. You know, regardless of how we got married, we still got married, and today is our wedding night. I thought we could have a conversation, even if it’s not for long.” Noah’s face turns colder. “I made this clear to you before you did this. I’ll say it again, but don’t let me repeat myself after this,” he says, his voice very harsh. “This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to help you. Don’t let me regret helping you. Marrying you is my gain, and don’t let me regret doing this with you, okay?”

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

" You speak like you have a memory loss. Everything you so much desire , luxury at its peek and helping your father's company from been bankrupt." I took a deep breath and gripped the pen , my fingers numb as if signing itself would break something sodt6 inside me. It felt like I was surrendering my life go him as I sighed the contract. " Done." I said. Without flinching , Nathaniel took out the signed contract and tucked it into his briefcase with a casualness that seemed to belittle the seriousness I had put up. "Let me rephrase this, this is a marriage on paper, Abby. No catching of silly feelings."

A marriage contract. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the lines carefully. With every word, her smile grew wider and wider, her excitement bubbling up. "Jackpot," she whispered, laughter escaping her lips. She quickly put everything back in place, making sure nothing seemed out of order, before leaving the house. Giggling to herself, she headed home, her mind racing with the possibilities. *** Alex and Claire arrived home after a long day of trying to save Alex’s company and they succeeded.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

But it was all part of the plan, I guess. My friend, Lily who resides in New York had told me about this young man who is looking for a wife to quickly get married to. His parents had been pestering him about it for long and he was so desperate for a wife now to get them off his back. I know it sounds crazy but I am to meet with this man and sign a contract with him to get married for each other's benefits.

‌ "I‌n the ev‌ent of the bi‍rth of an h‍eir, th⁠e primary c​ontract i‌s fulfilled, and either party m‍ay dissolve⁠ the marr​iage w​ith a pre-negotiated severance of fifty million‌ do⁠llars,‍ gra‍nted to the m​at​ernal party." I stopp⁠e⁠d breat​hing​. The words blurred on​ th⁠e‌ page. "Lorenzo," I whispered, look​ing up at him, a cold spike of panic piercing m‌y chest.⁠ "What ar‍e yo⁠u doing?" ​He didn⁠'t answer. He reach‌ed down, took th‌e cont⁠ract out of my trembl​ing ha‍nds, and pi‌cked up the en​ti‌r⁠e fifty-page d‍ocument.

She pressed them flat against the folder to make them stop. Two million dollars. Six months. Playing pretend with a man whose family had destroyed hers. She made it back to her cubicle and sat down. The office was full now. People at their desks. Phones ringing. Normal Tuesday morning chaos. Nothing about this was normal. Arielle opened the folder. The contract was exactly as thick as it looked. Pages and pages of legal language. Clauses. Stipulations. A non-disclosure agreement. She started reading. Party A (Lucien Moreau) and Party B (Arielle Laurent) agree to enter into a contractual marriage for a period of six (6) months, commencing on the date of legal marriage.

I had never been good at reading business agreements or contracts or anything, I always got my best friend to do it for me, but I picked up anyways and wondered why my hands trembled as I did. I blinked rapidly when my eyes fell on a particular figure. What I saw could not be true. Reflexively, I dropped the document on the table. "Is this a prank?" "What do you mean?" He frowned. "It's not too little, is it?" "A billion dollars to have a child?" "Five hundred million up front to marry me actually, and five hundred million to have the child... MY child." He corrected. "And within this time, you won't have to spend a penny from that, but it will be in your account."