The Billion Dollar Marriage Contract Pdf Novels & Stories

“ That is how much time I'm willing to give, think of it Nortia, 20 million dollars and your parents will be catered for, all you have to give in exchange is an heir and be my contracted wife” What could possibly hurt if I give it a try? All I had to do was get married and in two years I get that? I also get leverage over my aunty and Samantha, and my parents will be fine. “ I will do it” I had my fist balled when he stretched over a form at me. “ All you have to do is sign here,” he tapped at the far end of the paper before handing a pen over to me. I scribbled on it, while convincing myself that everything was going to be okay, what could possibly go wrong

she muttered. Connor chuckled. "Like I said, you’ll be married for three years. You’re not allowed to be in a relationship with anyone else during the duration of the marriage." He pushed a contract toward her. "Go through it thoroughly. Everything you’re expected to do is listed. If you have any conditions, let me know." He looked at me, who’d been quiet throughout, then back to her. "You’ll be paid a million dollars once the contract is signed, and the other million when the three years are completed."

Hale marches me straight to it and shoves me down onto the mattress, not violent, not gentle—just inevitable. He picks up the file, flipping it open with a sharp snap of his wrist, and tosses a pen onto the bed beside me. “Sign it,” he says, voice smooth and sharp enough to gut me where I sit. I blink at the document, overtaken with a different kind of panic—bile rising in my throat. It’s a marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Ownership. My whole fucking life condensed into neat black letters and bloodless psychobabble. “Go fuck yourself,” I bite out, each word saturated with venom.

That means I have no hold over all his wealth and properties. Yes, I still think that the whole idea of contract marriage is stupid. And I still don't understand why he was willing to pay that amount for a fake marriage. What for? What would he get from the whole setup? Is he so bored in life that he no longer knows what to do with his money? The whole idea is crazy, I know, but that's a lot of money! That's 200,000 US dollars all in all! Two hundred freaking thousand US dollars!

“You haven’t even convinced me to marry you yet you’re talking about divorce.” “No, baby. It’s not like that. I don’t think you’ll want to stay married to me. I don’t mind marrying you, but I fear it’s going to affect your life. I don’t want to hold you back for any reason.” A faint blush dusted my cheeks. Did he realize that he just called me baby? “To make it profitable to you, we can even draw up a contract. Ten million dollars. Two years. If you’re still not in love with me by the time the contract is over, you can leave.”

“So, this is where you come in. We get along, and I know I can trust you because you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met. It would be a marriage of convenience. We must show our face as a couple for a few years to the public and make it convincing that we’re in love. I would not push anything sexual on you or compromise you in any way. The contract would require us not to have relations with anyone as well. The tabloids would have a hay day if they caught either of us outside our relationship. It would be strictly a contract marriage, and I would compensate you. $200,000 initial payment on signing and then $1 million per year of marriage for a 3-year term. Of course, while we’re married, yo

The thing that’s about to change my life. I take it with trembling hands. He starts going over the details again, just like last time. The contract outlines a one-year marriage, renewable unless either party files for divorce before the end of the term. One million upfront. Two million monthly, transferred on the last business day of each month. No sexual obligation, but public appearances are mandatory. A clause about discretion. A clause about his family. A clause about exclusivity. It’s all swimming in my head like alphabet soup. I’m not even reading it. I’m just trying to keep my tears from falling onto the damn paper.

Valeria sat uprighter on hearing my words as she asked in confusion. "Yes, Miss Hale. A minute please..." With that, I took another folder on my desk, opened it and took out a document. "Here. This is a copy of boss' proposal." I handed the document over to her and watch her take it from me confusedly and read through it. Moments later, she raised her head up and looked at me. "Contract marriage? For 3 years? A compensation of 100 million dollars, 2 apartments and 4 shops on divorcing?"

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

“What's the contract about?” I remained quiet. My brain couldn't process an answer for Lucy at that moment because the thought of getting myself involved in this contract bounced up and down my brain. Who was getting married though? Mr Stones or his friend? “Tori?” The sound of my name pulled me out of my train of thought and back to reality. “A contract for what?” “Marriage” I answered immediately “5 million dollars to get into a contract marriage” Her lips parted with a confused look displayed on her face.