The Devil Ceo's Contract Wife Novels & Stories

I said, annoyed. He was rushing me, even though I was still reading it. And who were the sponsors he listed anyway? They weren’t even here. “Bro, you better handle her well or she might rat you out to your dad,” said the man beside him.Oh, so they’re friends? After I signed, Lawrence grinned from ear to ear.“You’re now my wife, Katherine Del Vega… or should I say, Mrs. Llego.” I bit my lip and glared at him.

“I... I understand. I just didn’t expect us to live with your mother, let alone share a room.” “We’ve already agreed to play this part for the duration of the contract we set, Eleanor,” Archie asserted, taking a step closer to her. His gaze locked her in place. “We made a deal, so you can’t just back out now.” Eleanor desperately wanted to scream. Hadn't Archie been the one who dragged her into this and forced her to participate in this charade in the first place? Then again, she stood to gain from this contract marriage as well. “It’s not that I disagree, sir—I just need time to adjust,” Eleanor explained, careful not to offend him.

“I know this is all my fault, but I’ve never done anything detrimental to the company. The only thing I did was report the CEO’s whereabouts to the CEO’s wife.” At this point, Tonya didn’t want to argue for herself anymore. In her heart, she felt she hadn’t done anything wrong. Delilah was Damon’s wife, and that was a settled matter. No matter who the CEO might still have feelings for, once he married Delilah, he should be responsible for her. It was completely normal for the CEO’s wife to want to know the CEO’s whereabouts. If the CEO hadn’t done those shady things, why would his wife go to such lengths?

“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?

he still said. "Just like you, I made a deal with the devil," she coldly stated. Her husband slowly looked up at her, and he lifted himself off the floor. His mouth was half-opened. He couldn't believe what he just heard from her. "What the hell, Janet? Can't you see how that messed me up? Why did you even do that?" "I am a mother more than your wife, and you do not know just how willing I am to go, I am more willing than you'll ever be. To gamble my soul more fearlessly than you did," she told him.

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."