The Contract Lover Novel Novels & Stories

Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already. She was married! With Kelvin Williams! "We will pack all the things in your house," Kelvin said, breaking Luliyah out of her thoughts. Luliyah looked up, seeing Kelvin who said it while closing his eyes. "Ah ... But ..." Luliyah couldn't digest it all. Everything was happening so fast. Wasn't their marriage just a contract marriage? Should she also live with Kelvin? 'Contract marriage...' They were married because of their own interests. Harris initially opposed the marriage because Kelvin was in no gain position. Kelvin will spend a lot of money to pay for Luliyah's mother hospital bill, but what will she give Kelvin in return?

CONTRACT – Made this day 3rd march of 2021. (The Commencement Date) BETWEEN – MR VED SINGH ARORA, Mumbai, India. (Party A, The Master.) And MISS ELLA THOMAS, New Delhi, India. (Party B, The Secret Lover.) THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS – - The following are the terms of a biding contract between both parties, that gives the power of complete ownership of Party B, the secret lover (Ella Thomas) during the terms of the period to Party A, the Master (Ved Singh Arora).

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?

A thoughtful silence settled over the room. Finally, Gu Yichen spoke. "Expand the search." "To whom?" "Anyone." Chen Wei looked genuinely surprised. "You mean... outside the upper class?" Gu Yichen stood and walked toward the window. "I want someone who can't be bought by status." Someone who understood responsibility. Someone who wouldn't mistake a contract for affection.

"I mean, think about it." She gestured at him again, this time more emphatically. "You're ridiculously handsome. Powerful. Rich. You're basically the final boss of eligible bachelors… the kind women write romance novels about." She leaned forward slightly, warming to her theory."And yet, despite all of that, you've never been seen with a girlfriend. Not once. Not even a rumor of one."

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

He gently rolled onto his side, pulling Ivy beneath him. His fingers traced the curve of her face, pushing stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Believe me, Ivy." Victor's voice was laced with emotion. "You're the only woman who's ever made me lose control. From the very beginning, I've been drawn to you." His eyes burned with intensity. "I lied that day, Ivy. I lied to myself, too. I didn't want to admit how deeply I'd fallen for you." "I made a contract with myself," Victor confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A contract not to fall in love with you. But I failed miserably."

Ross’s thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes burning with something darker than lust—something that looked dangerously close to love. “No, baby girl.” His voice was velvet over steel. “I’m going to own you. There’s a difference. And once you’re mine… you’ll never want to be anyone else’s again.” He stepped back just enough to place a thick black folder on the desk between us. The contract. My hands trembled as I stared at it. Every sane voice in my head screamed to run. Every broken, aching part of me wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to start right now.

By someone I can’t have. I shake my head sharply, snapping out of my reverie. “Get a hold of yourself, Ryan,” I scold sternly as I stand, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “It’s never going to happen again. You, of all people, know that it’s an arrangement.” A contract with an expiry date. We both agreed that we were going to call things off the moment our parents stopped bothering us to get married or take over their companies. It could be a month from now or a year, but the important thing was that it had a timeline.

A sarcastic smile crept onto my face, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I was dating Alpha Jacob Romano for a few years,” I began, gauging Lorenzo’s reaction. The blank look on his face urged me to continue. “He promised he would marry me and make me his Luna. I foolishly believed him. Yesterday was our anniversary, and when I went to surprise him, I caught him tying the knot with another woman.” “So you left?” Lorenzo asked, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of concern. I nodded, my throat tightening.