The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novels & Stories

I asked; something that I should have asked before scolding him. “Mr. Devon,” he answered. Oh, crap! Mr. Devon was the company’s attorney, and if he was showing up at my house, it then meant that it was truly important. Mr. Devon was a stern and strict man who always went about his business without frivolities. He was also the man who explained to me that I had to marry Alexa in such a hurry because of the contract that my dad had made when he was alive. That I could not become the full CEO and controller of the company until I was married.

“Marriage isn’t a business deal.” Lucas’s mouth curved not a smile, but something colder. More dangerous. “In my world,” he said, “everything is a business deal.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Deal with the Devil The contract sat between them, thin sheets of paper that weighed more than a tombstone. Natasha’s heart pounded so violently she thought Lucas might hear it. She forced her eyes down to the first page, where her name, Natasha Marie Raymond was printed in bold black letters. The terms were simple:

Damien with his PA and minion was in his office after being demoted from acting CEO to CLO, Chief Liason Officer which was something Devon gave him out of mercy so he didn’t completely kick him out of the office after the mistake he made almost making the company go bankrupt. While Devon was in his office, he opened the mail sent by the Thompson Group, he looked at it to see who is spearheading the contract and he saw the name, Project Lead: Clarisse Thompson. He researched her online as he couldn’t find a photo of her, just her profile and saw that she is Ian’s wife. He saw her socials and just saw photos of her and her family, her kids without her face. Then he played a video on her social

His mother replied. "Not even the ultimate Alpha," Leowulf commented "Not even your father." Leowulf knew why only the priests were allowed to have two wives. It's something he gets jealous of at times. They have a wife who is to be the mother of their worldly children and women, who will be mother of their spiritual children. These spiritual children are the ones who could become the next priests. Their children whom they had in order to satisfy their lust, were not worthy of being the priests. And this applies to every of the 12 priests who stand as mediators between the goddess and the people.

Regardless of all this I still wanted more. One day something happened at the office. Richard and Devil's mother came around. She said there was a job she wanted. It was a government contract. A tier one contract with the president of the country. She said whoever got this contract for her would have the inheritance. I couldn't believe my ears. That woman was asking for the impossible. The two men argued over who would take it but she threw it out like meat to dogs.

His movements were smooth, controlled, and he didn’t so much as flinch as he completed the process that would tie them together for the next two years. Once he was finished, he set the contract aside and looked up at her, his gray eyes as unreadable as ever. “Congratulations, Mrs. Stone,” he said, his voice calm and devoid of any warmth. “Our arrangement is now official.” Izzy’s stomach twisted at the sound of the name. Mrs. Stone. It felt foreign, like a title that didn’t belong to her, one she hadn’t earned. She wasn’t really his wife. Not in any meaningful way. But from this day forward, the world would see her as exactly that.

Then he sighed, a sound of pure frustration, and turned back. The amused detachment was gone, replaced by a cold, focused intensity that was even more terrifying. This was my chance. “So, I can be your contract wife.” He froze, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity sharpened, turning predatory. “Eavesdropping is a terrible habit.” “It’s a survival skill,” I shot back, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Look, I have free days. My calendar is… suspiciously open.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “This isn’t a joke.”

But just like the report said, Gideon wasn't there. His last credit card transaction was traced here to JFK Airport. It was obvious that he didn't want to be tracked. "Bianca?" I was walking on 5th Avenue when I bumped into a familiar face. I blinked when I realized who it was. "Devi." Devi was one of my closest people at work. Her eyes widened. "Since when did you come back?" "Just yesterday." "You're with your husband?" I nodded. "Y-yeah." "We missed you, Bianca." Devi's smile widened. "Come on. We're going out tonight. You should join us! Everyone would be happy to see you."

I took a deep breath as he once again approached me. "Congressman Del Martin is the reason why our company is failing. He fucking did it on purpose! He trapped me in a situation where marrying you was the only option! And now you're asking for an annulment? Fucking no! We'll suffer together, Symphony! I won't let you get out of this hell!" I knew it. Papa was really doing something to their family. Four years ago, when we went to their house to talk about marriage and my father got insulted by his family, I knew that Papa wouldn't let it slide. He wouldn't be at peace until he got what he wanted.

I freshened up and went straight to work without waiting for anyone. "Meet me in my office now" I said to Skylar calmly and ended the call "You called for me sir" "Yes. Uhhm.... I actually want us to discuss something" "Okay sir. Go on" she said professionally without even blinking her eyelids. Why does this girl like behaving like the devil himself? "Errm..... That contract you told me about has huge requirements so I was thinking if you will be able to help me with some things" "I don't understand"