The Billion Dollar Marriage Contract Pdf Novels & Stories

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how

"Read it. If anything is missing, tell me now." I opened the folder. The document inside was printed on thick, high-quality paper. The terms were laid out in clear, simple bullet points. There was no legal jargon to hide the truth. The marriage would last for exactly one year. For that duration, I would legally be Mrs. King. My job was simple: keep the nature of this contract a secret and attend every important social event by his side. In return, all my expenses would be covered. At the end of the year, I would receive a fifty-million-dollar bonus.

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.

“The envelope contains a document…a contract marriage dpcument precisely.” “What?!” I exclaimed, pulling the document out. “Yes, it states there that this marriage would only be for six months after which we'll get a divorce and go our separate ways. And nobody must know about this, not even your parent. I'm getting married for a reason, not because I want to. I'm not interested in commitment. I'll be clearing all your parent's bill, and give you two million dollars once we get a divorce.” Everything this handsome bastard just said was written boldly in the one piece document.

He walked to the table, pushed the folder toward her. “This is it. The agreement. Three months. A marriage, in name and appearance. Public displays. Press dinners. Family weekends. One believable love story.” He leaned in, voice steel-edged. “The rules are simple: no emotions, no attachments… and walk away when the contract ends.” Fiona stared at the folder like it was ticking. “Sixty million dollars?” He nodded. “Transferred to your account in full the moment the marriage certificate is signed.” Her fingers hovered above the contract.

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

I had every intention of telling him I wanted out, but he seemed to anticipate my thoughts and spoke first. "You do realize you can't just walk away now, don't you?" he said, his gaze piercing into mine. "I bet you overlooked the clause stating that if you breach the contract, you'd owe me a hundred million, whereas if I did, I'd owe you five hundred million. And if I ever did something you didn't approve of, an extra twenty million would be tacked to your current f*e." I felt a lump in my throat. Had I even bothered to read that contract properly? The mere mention of millions made my head spin. How on earth would I come up with a hundred million to pay him?

“I understand, if you don’t mind, I’ll look over the contract, and if it’s to my liking, I shall sign it and then the marriage license.” Blake was handed the contract and looked over it thoroughly. It was very straightforward and very binding. He would receive three million dollars if the marriage is a failure, and if he breaks the contract, he would owe Claire fifteen million for compensation. In contrast, if she fails the contract, she and Blake will divorce, and her family will be out of the prominent family. It was pretty cut and dry, so Blake signed the contract and handed it to Claire. Not a word was spoken between them as they sat there reading and signing.

"Since we're here, and we've just convinced my family this is real, we should make it official." "What are you talking about?" I held up the phone, showing her the contract on the screen. "The marriage agreement. All the terms we discussed. Six months, fifty million dollars, medical expenses covered. I've had it drawn up legally. You can review it, but I think you'll find everything is in order." She stared at the screen. "You want me to sign this right now?" "Why wait? We're getting married anyway. This just formalizes the arrangement." "I…" She seemed torn between frustration and resignation. "I need to read it first."