The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novelas e Histórias

She scrunched up her face, crossing her legs as she sat on the bed. “Diapers? I was 7 when we met” I gave her a disgusted look and she laughed before putting on that poker face. “Okay, fair point but c'mon… please… don't… don't lie to me” she pleaded, her voice breaking slightly. “Fine! It's a contract. He needs a wife to show the public and his parents and I need the money” Her eyes flashed with pure anger and she scoffed, the sound reverberating in my room. “Just how much does he think is eㅡ”

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

~VALENTINO’S POV~ I shook my head gently. “I can’t,” I said, voice steady. Or maybe, I don’t want to yet. I ran a hand through my hair, my eyes darkening. “Contract says six months. After that, she’s free to crawl back to whatever shithole she came from. But until then… she remains my lawfully wedded wife.” Bianca’s face darkened like a storm cloud. She slid off the desk and started toward me, hips swinging like she was auditioning for a cheap porno.

Brenda said painfully, struggling to compose herself as all the lies Nathan told her unveiled in her mind “Hey, you better watch who you're f*cking talking to! Maybe if you knew how to take care of your man and make him feel like one, you could have kept him" Ava yelled, leaning against the headboard Brenda shifted her gaze towards her and flashed her a grim smile. The last thing she wanted was to fight over a man who was boldly cheating and lying, despite working tirelessly to pay most of his bills and even sponsor what was supposed to be their wedding.

Rochelle stood up next. She looked sad. "I'm Rochelle King. The first thing I want to say is that my man Devon was a serial cheater. He couldn't keep it in his pants if a pretty tail offered him a ride. I still loved him and each time I caught him he'd promise not to do it again and each time I would forgive him. And each time I'd lose a little more self-respect. I still love the man so I guess that says something about me. I'm now CEO of the restaurant chain and we're doing better than ever... probably because so much of our profits aren't going into payouts to the whores who fucked him. My daughter Sara, who is 20 is now our CFO, taking my old position and she is doing an awesome job. My s

I clutched the wooden bar tightly controlling my emotions. "Yes, he did.” “Please note my Lord that my client worked in Mrs. Wali's house for almost 10 years as a servant. Later Mrs. Wali as informed to the court had proposed to my client and they got married. Soon after marriage, she realized that she made mistake marrying someone who once used to be the servant of the house, and to seek divorce she planned the entire scenario of infidelity.” he dictated like some fact. I was shocked beyond comprehension. " it's impossible!! why would I do that?? " I tried to defend myself.

That she had gone ahead with the strip performance and was suddenly pulled out by a multi billionaire, who suddenly offers to pay her mother's medical bills and she had even successfully signed a fake marriage contract of over a year and she was yet to know the terms of the very contract. Could she really say all of that, she thought to herself, how would Kayla react to all of this. She went ahead to open the message from the unknown person and the contents were: It’s me Leo, CEO Lucas’s personal assistant. "You shouldn't mention this contract to anybody, including your best friend. When you're ready, call me, I'll come pick you up and take you home. This is the CEO's order.” Emily’s mind r

I needed to find out why she had traveled all this way. I found an email from the doctor, and my heart leaped into my throat. The message confirmed my suspicions – Diva was after a pregnant woman's belly. The first lady had backed out at the last minute, leaving Diva to find another solution. I skimmed the rest of the email, my blood running cold. The first lady had ended the contract because her child was sick. And Diva had chosen to exploit that, to put her selfish desires above another person's life. I felt sick to my stomach, my mind reeling.

"Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from the start. Now, it is time you stop dropping the act of being my wife and go back to your father’s house. Your tenure in this fantasy is over. I am not the man you think you have a claim on." Delia shot up from the chair, her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of my desk. She looked like she was about to lose it completely. “What? Just like th

Muller, he turned back to face Angelina and said, "I need to be at the office in the next twenty minutes so let's get this done and over with. You could always fill in the cheque later, it's already in your name afterall. But I need you to sign this contract before I leave." As he brought out a document from the folder, Angelina finally recovered control of her vocal cords. "What contract? What makes you think I'll agree to this… this charade?" "Oh, you will agree, Devilina. And it's not a charade. It's a marriage. A contract marriage. A contract marriage that will end as soon as I'm able to gain full custody of Isabella. My lawyer said after two years of a stable marriage, I will be able to