The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novelas e Histórias

Any endeavors she did would also be filed under said name, so as to allow for a clean break of assets when they proceeded with the divorce at the end of the contract. They would both be acting head over heels in love, and her connection to the Phoenix clan and the corporation would be secret. She would be playing the role of a cleaner who caught his attention and who he fell in love with at first sight. He impulsively married her, wanting to keep her for himself. Here, she paused and asked if he would be able to provide a convincing act. After he nodded in assurance, she continued to lay out her terms. She would also pretend to be madly in love with him and throw her weight around as his nou

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

It's even more surprising to me. Her eyes instead of understanding they became sadder. "Oh, I'm glad you value the contracts and are loyal towards them. Good to hear, it's also fine to me. But isn't it hilarious how you don't care about me, and only wanted to uphold your promise and not hurt me during our contract period?" She said, only catching onto the key point contract in my words. I sighed, I need to be more careful about the choice of my words. Her voice trembled with sadness, looking at me with desperation and fear in her eyes. "So we won't be getting a divorce now, right? Unless I violate the terms of our contract."

Rose asked, excited. "Her," he said, and they turned to Laura. "Huh?" Rose looked back at him puzzled. "Who's she?" He asked. "Ehm... she's my niece," Rose replied. "Hmm," he hummed. Since she wasn't their biological child and with the way she was kneeling proved that having her would be easier than expected. "I get her as mine. My contracted wife for six months, and I'll partner with your company for six months," Scott clarified. "What about forever?" Rose quickly asked.

“Oh..” “After this, what did you expect? I cannot go out in public like that.” He said. “And what is it?” “Hmm.. I know you are the Devil. But.. if my sister marries you, what is going to happen?” He turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Quite late to ask that, don't you think?” “Please, answer me.” “She will be my wife. A duchess And soon, the Queen.” “So.. she won’t be harmed, right? She will have a good life by your side.” She gulped. “When you proposed the deal, I was so worried she would be suffering again by being poor and an orphan, that I forgot your nature.”

her husband said, as reality sank in. The world was cruel. Cold. Unforgiving. She needed to adjust. Be the same. "Okay, I'll be your whore wife, daddy. But only if my family gets nothing. My pussy is being used. My debts should be settled. Nothing else. And I want a million dollars when the year ends. Fuck my family," Ava howled at her husband while he plowed her, aware that she was making a deal with devil, but too numb to care. Love was for suckers. At least a billionaire's whore got fucked and cared for.

"Stay back, Devi. I mean it. I’m the CEO now, remember? I’m the boss." "You’re the boss of the agency," Devi said, stepping into her space until her back hit the silk-covered wall. "But in this room, you’re just mine." Cali didn’t pull the trigger. She didn't have to. She simply tilted her chin up, her grumpy face set in a look of such profound, icy boredom that it should have frozen the blood in his veins. "You want to see your wife?" she drawled, her voice dripping with mean sarcasm. "Look in a mirror, Devi. You’re the only one in this marriage who actually wants to be here. I’m just the captive audience for your mid-life crisis."

“But let’s get one thing straight. You don’t make demands here. You are my wife now. Your body, your breath, your very soul belongs to me. And tonight... I intend to claim my investment.” I ripped my face from his grip. “I’m a contract,” I spat, chest heaving. “Not an invitation.” Dante’s eyes darkened. Hungry. “We’ll see how long that tongue stays sharp.” He turned and hit the intercom. “Lorenzo.” The oak door opened instantly. Tall. Scar over his brow. Dante’s shadow. “Take my wife to the penthouse,” Dante ordered, eyes never leaving me. “Make sure she’s comfortable. Lock the doors from the outside. I don’t want her getting any foolish ideas about running back to her past.”

She stared at him with widened eyes, realizing just how possessive the man before her had become after everything that had happened with Ronan earlier. Though hesitant, she eventually gave in and nodded. She accepted the call, switched on the speakerphone, and held the phone between them. "Hello, Val?" "Alex! Oh my God, Alex! Have you completely lost your mind?!" Valeria's shrill voice immediately echoed through the quiet hospital corridor. She sounded utterly shocked and unable to believe what she'd heard. "You actually married Devan Alistair?! The CEO of DEV Group?! I thought you were joking when you told me!"