Three Years Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

She gave me all three. “This is for you, by the way.” “What am I looking at?” I looked at the paper in her hand without taking it. “I saw this on a TV show. Billions. It’s a contract where you sell your soul to me.” I should’ve made her take a drug test before I married her. The nonsense coming from her pretty mouth could keep the Senate busy for a century. But deep down, I knew even if the test said she was addicted to drugs or anything else, I would still marry her, and that was a problem. A big one.

I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “I don’t know what kind of crazy game you intend on playing, but whatever it is, I don’t have time for— “One hundred million dollars.” I reeled back, not sure if I had heard right. “Excuse me?” “Every month for three years. And all you need to do is marry me.” “I don’t understand.” my confusion made the words come out as a dry laugh. “It’s simple. I want you to be my contract bride for the next three years. There will be an option for you to give me an heir, but that part will be explained in the fine print.” “A hundred million a month? That’s more than three billion in three years!” My brain refused to accept the information. Was I having a stroke?

I wanted to seek her opinion. All my life I have grown to be jaunty but this time I was losing it. What was going on in my life at the time was more than being trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. “I would feel bad and even go crimson. Why would they do that to you?” she intoned, gritted her teeth and let a sullen look on her face. “The billionaire feels I can’t pay back half a million dollars so the only way I could do that was by signing to a contract marriage agreement with his mad son,” I nagged on, as warm tears burnt my eyes before it trickled down my cheeks.

“But it’s brilliant. My father wants marriage? Fine. I’ll marry my male assistant. The board can’t say I didn’t follow orders.” “That’s not—” Noah stammered, then laughed in disbelief. “That’s insane, Ethan.” “Not if it works.” Noah stared at him, eyes wide. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” Ethan’s voice softened. “It’s a contract marriage. One year. You’ll walk away with half a billion dollars and your freedom.” Noah froze. “Half a billion?” Ethan nodded. “You deserve it. You’ve been holding my company together for years.”

“You already signed the contract.” My eyes moved toward the table. “And everything is written there.” Liana slowly followed my gaze. The document was still lying on the other side of the table. The contract. The thing that had brought her into this strange life. She stared at it for a long time. Three months. Living with Adrian Cole. Pretending to be his wife. Pretending to be a woman who once ruled the hearts of millions. A woman she had never met. A woman she was beginning to feel afraid of.

I waited for him to elaborate while holding my breath. “Here's the deal, Thirty four million dollars, a hefty sum, wouldn't you say? And to think, it was all lost in gambling the same night they got it. I can take care of it, make it disappear. All gone. No more worries or threats from anybody. All you have to do is agree to marry me. For two years, a contractual marriage. No love, no feelings and definitely no drama. Just two people with a common goal.” With that he paused, letting it sink in while I stared at him in utter shock.

"Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride." "Should I be happy about that? I'm marrying a billionaire, so what? You’re probably just going to make me miserable," I said bluntly. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "I’m interested in getting to know you better, Miss Del Vega. Don’t worry, I won’t make you my servant. The truth is, I just need to marry you so I can receive my father’s inheritance." "So after the marriage, I’m free?" I felt a glimmer of hope, but it faded instantly when he shook his head.

It was photos of Luca and Elena standing side by side. "Top Business Partners Reunite After Three Years: New Investments Focus on Cutting-Edge Technology." They looked perfectly matched in the photo. Only then did I finally understand why he had set the divorce agreement to take effect after three years. Maybe it had always been a promise between him and her. He had even said that after three years, I could pursue my true love. It almost sounded as if he were the one begging in this relationship. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh and turned off my phone.

“Do you have any idea how I've been living the past three years?” “Other than lavish, how else?” Her eyes widened. “I know about the hundreds of thousands that get wired into your account every month. What could be better than that? Or have you saved up enough for a lifetime that you suddenly want to leave?” “It's not sudden. I've thought about it. Aldwin will never love me. He never has.” “Did you just come to your senses? What were you thinking when you agreed to marry a stranger? Before you signed those papers, did he in any way show you he loved you? Or were you just carried away by the famous billionaire and agreed without thinking?”

I reached for his hand. "Ethan, listen to me. This is a contract marriage. Twelve months. That's all." "And what happens after twelve months?" "I walk away." "What happens if he refuses to let you?" "He signed an agreement." Ethan gave a bitter laugh. "He's a billionaire. You're a woman who is trying to save her father. What makes you think a piece of paper will protect you if he decides to change the rules?" I had no answer. Because the same question had been haunting me since I signed the contract.