Three Years Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

his eyes dropped to my pajamas, but only for a second, then he adjusted his cuff. “My assistant will have a copy printed for you.” he said, walking towards the door. It's undeniable, we are married. It's definitely not a bad dream. “The marriage is only for a year,” i said more to myself than to him. He didn’t reply, just kept walking. “Everything’s in the contract,” he added. Once he was gone, the room felt empty without the weight of his presence. “I wonder how you talk to him,” Rita muttered, releasing the breath I'm sure she had been holding.

“Unless it’s a miracle lottery win, I don’t think anything can fix this.” Emma leaned forward, voice dropping. “There’s this new government program called the One-Year Marriage Incentive Scheme. Couples who sign a legal one-year marriage contract and live together get a huge one-time payment — enough to cover major medical bills and clear heavy debts. After twelve months, you can walk away free.” Abby froze. “Marry a stranger for money?”

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

The contract we'd signed - the one that started this whole thing - was ending. In seven days. "Sophia?" Maria looked up from where she was rebuilding Isabella's blocks. "You okay?" "Fine. Just... mail." I folded the letter. Put it in my pocket. Didn't mention it to David. Not yet. --- That night, after Isabella was asleep, I pulled out the original contract. I'd kept it. Filed away in my office. Hadn't looked at it in over a year. Three years of marriage. David would play devoted husband. Accompany me to events. Live in my penthouse. Maintain the appearance of a perfect relationship.

Then it bloomed once more, lower this time, like whoever was out there had gone to a crawl. My mind did what it always did when the waiting got too long. It wandered backward. Straight into the one piece of paper that still sat in the back of my skull like a loaded gun. Three years. That fucking three-year contract. I had been the one to put it on the table. Priya’s brilliant idea. Marriage in name only. Three years of public performance. Enough shared assets and mutual dirt to keep both families from cutting each other’s throats in the open. Aryan had signed it with the same flat, calculating stare he used when the only clean option still carried a body count. I had signed it with blood sti

"What?! A contract marriage? Have you lost your mind? I'm just a fat caregiver and we barely even know each other." Nicola wasn't offended by my reaction. He just stood there, calm with a serious gaze. "I'm very serious, I'm offering a three year contract marriage. You'll get two million dollars per year. At the end of three years, Elio will be 7 years old and better able to understand the situation. If by then you still want to leave, I won't stop you. I'll give an additional payment as compensation. Do you want to know the reason? Only you can take care of my son."

Blurb Adrian Vale does not believe in love. He believes in control, contracts, and winning. When his powerful grandmother makes marriage a condition for inheriting the Vale family empire, Adrian decides to solve the problem the easiest way possible and he hires a woman to play the role of his fiancée. Lena Brooks is not special, she is not wealthy, connected, or ambitious. She is just a woman trying to survive, drowning under medical bills and responsibility. When Adrian offers her a deal that could save her family, she agrees to pretend to love a man who swore he never would. What starts as a business arrangement quickly turns into something neither of them planned. Because Adrian’

He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes. "That powerful CEO? The child in your womb is his?" asked Mark, confirming. Sherin nodded her head hesitantly. "Gosh, Sherin. I might not have a problem if your partner was another man. But this is... Xavier! You won't be able to marry him!" Sherin couldn't answer for a moment. However, a crazy idea in her brain made her think of something. "I'm going to Xavier's company office right now to discuss this-" "No way!" Mark cut Sherin off. "Sherin, listen, your name is already trending. You know, he has business connections to other companies. During your meetings with your boutique business colleagues, you're embarrassed be

Raphael who understood Victor's action whispered some words into Mr Vic's hear. "You see, Rachel cannot get married now. She is an employee of Mr Raphael and she signed a work contract for three years with him so within this period, she is not allowed to get married. It is in the contract she signed" Mr Vic explained to the family. "You can do that, what kind of contract doesn't allow employees to get married?" Rachel's grandmother asked. "Actually, she signed as an housekeeper and my boss cannot tolerate lateness due to family problem or pregnancy, especially pregnancy". Mr Vic replied