The Presidents Contract Lover Novels & Stories

I needed to find a way to hide all this. “He is with Diana as we speak. Are you still going to deny the truth?” James pressed, his tone now laced with a taunting edge. There was nothing to deny. I knew the truth—Diana and Eric were lovers. I mean, we weren’t really married; it was all just a scam. But… was I really supposed to admit that? If he was really breaking the contract, there was no need for me to keep playing the wife part, right? But my thoughts spiraled further. Am I starting to really hate that bitch more and more every day?

The room is filled with the heavy scent of desire. "Ryan," Grace whispers, her voice low and breathless, "you promised. You have to help me." Ryan smirks. "I can slip something into the president's drink, but that's all I can do. He only sleeps with virgins, though." Grace's body freezes, her breath catching in her throat. "What? He only sleeps with virgins?" Ryan chuckles. "Yeah. Didn't you know? The president's got a rule-no matter how beautiful the woman is, if she's not pure, she's not worth his time. And even then, she only gets seven days with him before he moves on."

“Well... I wouldn't bring up this topic here, but honey, it's from our biggest investor - his son also goes to your university and studies medicine, that man, CEO Grayson of international companies and national, can you believe it? It would indeed be good for our business hence I wanted to discuss it with you... To see if you agree.” Dad takes a long pause so I take that opportunity to try and clarify once again “dad, believe it or not I am over that douchebag and I will not marry another without getting to know them first, and who knows? What if the person you want me to marry is a bigger douche than the douchebag himself?” Micheal smirks at my comment and extends his hand to high five, I p

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place. The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it. “I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused. “You really think you can make me fall for you?” “Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,” He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

"Trust me, this is the best time to get a hold of him. Besides, I'm tired of seeing nasty headlines about his social life. That side of him is starting to have an effect on the company." "How?" "How old were we when we got married?" "Babes, that's not the point. We were in love and we knew we were for each other." "Marriage is a forever thing. Connor deserves to be with who he loves. I don't want him to be stuck, unhappy." "Don't make me look like the bad person here, honey, besides it's in the contract already." Lilian frowned, "What contract?" "The president of the company should be married by 30 or else he resigns so it's all for his good."

Most probably, Darsh opened a document as he began to read something from it. "Condition number 1: The marriage contract is for two years, after which we will file for mutual divorce. No. 2: I'll pay you to play my wife. No. 3: You must attend every conference and party I'd ask you, without any question asked. No. 4: No one may take advantage of the situation by touching the other. However, it's acceptable with approval. No 5: And the most significant one: We can't fall in love with each other."

She took a step closer, waving her hand dismissively. "A temporary legal inconvenience, my love," Victoria cooed, her eyes flashing with a wicked, unhinged light. "My father and Julian were weak, foolish men who didn't know how to wield real power. They deserved to fall. But you and I? We drafted a contract five years ago. A contract sealed by international syndicate accords." Victoria finally turned her full gaze onto me, her blue eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits as she looked down at my hand resting on Damian’s arm.

I said, glaring at Elena. “Don’t get high and mighty with me!” she snapped, shoving an accusatory finger up in my face. “I found the marriage contract you made that started all of this bullshit! Pretending you’re in love to boost your political status and take down your ex! And then the limited - term clause, dropping him as soon as you don’t need him anymore!”

My head rests on his chest, listening to the thud of his heartbeat slowing down. "That was—" He can't finish. "Yeah." "We just violated the contract." "Multiple times." His laugh is low. Surprised. Like a rusty hinge working loose. "What happens now?" "I don't know. The contract doesn't cover this. Elena didn't write a clause for 'what to do after you fall in love with your contractual fiancée.'" "Is that what this is? Love?" He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "I think it has been for a while. I just didn't want to admit it."

She was twenty-six, exhausted, and one missed payment away from losing the only thing she had built for herself with her own hands. Elena sat up, grabbed the folder, and flipped through the contract pages under the dim lamp light. Clause 4: No physical intimacy of any kind. Clause 7: No emotional attachment. Clause 12: Complete discretion. Breach results in immediate termination of payment and legal action. Adrian Voss had thought of everything. She pictured him again — that cold, commanding man in his perfect suit, offering her a fortune like it was pocket change. The way his stormy gray eyes had looked at her like she was both a problem and a solution. The quiet authority that made the sma