The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re very brave when he’s not around.” She leaned in, her voice dropping. “And you’re very pathetic when he is. You can just drop the act, can you? You just want his money .." “That’s a lie.” “Is it?” Her eyes glittered. “And the icing on the cake, you also want to have sex with him. You are such a greedy bitch! He would never even have sex with you. Delulu..much!” Something inside me snapped. What? Devon.. won't have sex with me? Isn't that what he has been trying for more than ten business days and has failed woefully? Never..my ass!

He smiled, his dark intentions spreading like a wildfire across every corner of his face. “I have a better idea.” His thumb brushed away my tears. The touch alone sent jolts of electricity coursing through me and made me shudder slightly. “How would you like to be my wife?” The air shifted. The room spun. Nothing made sense. “What?” He smiled again. Sharp. Beautiful. It terrified me. “A contract marriage. You help me solve a problem, and this…” He gestured at the dead man. “Never happened.” Marriage. To him. To my boss. To the devil himself.

The day when the contractual agreement between Felicia and Edward came to an end. Felicia Angelista is the secret wife of Edward Collin Harvey, the CEO and majority shareholder of the Atlanta Devil Company who has been attracting attention with his many scandals with famous women. Will Felicia’s story become a new scandal again for Edward?

It was very telling to Herrera to learn Samir carted a Blue Demon around as an assistant. “The contracts.” Samir held out his hand and the Blue Demon gave Samir a folder. Samir opened the folder and held the papers out for Herrera. “You will see here, signed by both myself and Valdez six months ago, a legal transaction. I purchased Angela Valdez as my wife for the sum of one billion dollars. She is my first wife among my concubines and was to be delivered to my harem one week ago when the last of my payments to her uncle was complete. So any marriage between you is null and void. She is mine.”

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Outside, the sound of rain began to fall, but inside her heart, the storm had already arrived. “Bastard! So that devil of a man doesn’t consider me at all? I’m his wife—yes, even if just a contract wife. But he shouldn’t treat me like this!” Giselle cursed inwardly, squeezing her eyes shut as the image of Leon kissing that woman replayed in her mind. She wiped her tears, determined to stay strong. She would endure this, bound by the contract, even if her marriage to the Mafia boss remained a secret.

"The entire country knows I am your wife now. You cannot keep treating me like this." Darren let out a sinister laugh that sounded terrifying in the dead of the night. He walked toward the wet bar in the corner of the suite, pouring bourbon into a crystal glass with a steady, vascular hand. "Wife? You are nothing more than a sheet of business contract papers forced upon me by my parents, Clarissa. Don't you ever dream that I will regard you as anything more than that."

Ava met his gaze steadily. “I know.” A brief silence fell between them. Lucas studied her face carefully. A bride, in full wedding attire, approaching a stranger at her own wedding. Interesting. “What do you want?” he asked. Ava lowered her voice. “I want to make a deal with you.” Lucas’s lips curved faintly. “What kind of deal?” Ava looked straight into his eyes. “A contract marriage.” The elderly man beside Lucas nearly choked on his drink. Lucas stared at Ava.

She said in disbelief and continued, “You are my boss” She looked at him for a longtime with hundreds of thoughts rushing through her mind. “How could I be in a contract marriage with this pervert? It was all so confusing. He is my boss and moreover he doesn’t love me, he only wants us to be in a contract marriage? I don’t think I can do this. Tony stood up from where he was sitting and moved closer to her, he took a document that was on the table and gave it to her, she stared at the document in her mind.

I stood up and picked it up, making myself comfortable on the bed, as I carefully read through it. "Party A: Liam Harrison, Party B: Roselyn Moore" I read, my eyes scanning through the contract as I opened the page. By signing below, Party B acknowledges that they have read, understand, and agree to comply with all the rules, terms, and conditions stated in this contract by Party A. I let out a scornful snort, more like forced to agree to his terms. I hissed, and my gaze dropped to the signature lines, where I saw both mine and Mr. Harrison's names staring back at me. The reality finally sunk in more, and my mind digested the fact I had agreed to be the devil's wife for a year.