The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novels & Stories

He nodded in affirmation, and she continued, "this is a five-star restaurant, and I've read about the implication of a staff humiliating a client, which is immediate termination of their jobs, right?" The man's brows folded in confusion as he wondered where her questions were leading, but he answered, "yes, in special cases." She folded her arms to her chest as she raised her chin to look into the eyes of the man in front of her with a smile of triumph on her face. "Then I want this employee fired." "I think there must be some misunderstandings here." His gaze shifted from the girl to Eleanor and back.

“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:

"Helen is that woman. The actual one. And she is standing right here, very much not married to my brother." Helen stopped beside me. She looked at Niklaus steadily. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "But it's the truth." "So let me say clearly what I am saying," I continued, looking directly at grandfather now. "There is no love story here. There is a contract. A business arrangement between a CEO who needed a wife to meet a deadline and a broke junior employee who needed money for her sister's surgery. That is what today is. That is what you are celebrating."

"Billionaire's Secret Surrogate Scandal: The Truth Behind Adrien Morretti's Sudden Marriage." I read it once, my stomach twisting with every paragraph. They had details they shouldn't have had. The clinic. The contract terms. Even a description of the house where I'd spent nine months in isolation, though thankfully no mention of the assault itself, not directly, though the implication sat heavy between every carefully worded sentence. "They don't name the drugging," Adrien said, reading over my shoulder, his voice tight. "Not outright. But they imply enough that anyone paying attention will understand what they're suggesting."

He stared at me, then pulled me into his chest, holding me so tight. "Write that down," he whispered into my hair. "In your library. Write that the devil learned respect because his wife taught him in his own shirt." "Is that Chapter 13?" I laughed against his chest. "No. Chapter 13 is called My Genius Wife. And it ends with the devil finally believing his wife might actually stay." I lifted my head. "I will stay. I choose you, remember? Rain, no contract." "I remember. I will remember it every day for the rest of my life." He kissed my lips, lingering. "Now, my genius wife who saved fifty million dollars, what does she want as reward?"

Nothing more and will continue to be like that. The husband and wife relationship will only be limited to what is stated on the paper. They will not be a husband-wife couple in general. Regianis was the right secretary and Gerand was the CEO. Of course, this is just a game. Nothing more. Meanwhile Regi went straight to his room and threw the bottle of the drink he had been drinking earlier. This suddenly made a passing female employee blinked in confusion. it was as if he was seeing a ghost rather than a person who was on a rampage.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE REAL HER NICO ———— It is true that the devil enjoys moments like this. He waits until you are already standing at the edge, already staring down at hell, already thinking about making the wrong decision. Then he pushes. Wrong decisions like wanting to kiss your boss’s wife. Like breaking the contract that you’re so certain you’d never break. Like craving more tastes of the lips that were never meant to be yours. And right now, the devil is smiling.

"Excuse me Mr. Billionaire, you rich men think money is everything. Maybe you are right but since you need to purchase a wife, there are as well a lot of women out there waiting to jump at an opportunity like this. Why not look in that direction? Besides, I can't sell one year of my life, and what is the assurance that you won't take advantage of me?" She couldn't figure out what triggered her outburst and instantly regretted it when Sylvester stood up from his chair. He ambled close to her and lowered his head, a few inches interval between them. Monica could only reach his chest as he hovered over her with his height, making sure that no one except Monica could hear his words. "Trust me, t

I blinked, in a daze as I stared at her beautiful face. “I’m your wife now,” Her words were simple, but it knocked out all the air in my chest. The anger in my chest quieted down, just for a moment until a familiar feeling rose back, and I intend to address this now. “Yes,” I spoke slowly, “You are… my wife.” She smiled. “For now,” I added and watched as her smile vanished, replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘for now’?” “You might still run away from me once our deal is over. Once I gave you the shining spotlight you desperately want. Once you finally achieved your revenge against your ex-husband, you will leave me. That’s our contract.”

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.