Three Years Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

She let out a shaky breath, clenching her hands by her sides. "I'm not interested, Adrian. Keep your fucking deal to yourself" She said, shaking her head as she walked passed me. "Ten million," I uttered calmly and I felt her halt behind me. "Ten million. After six months, you'll walk away with ten million." I stated with a shrug, turning to meet her eyes burning into my soul. "All you have to do is be my wife – pretend rather." Again, she was back to reeling. Ten million to her was huge; it was everything, but to me, it meant nothing, and if that was all it took, I didn't mind.

Amara Cole’s hands trembled as she clutched the pen. The black ink blurred on the paper in front of her, the words twisting together until she could barely read them. She had already read this contract a hundred times. It didn’t change the truth. One year. Pretend to be his wife. Obey the rules. No love. No expectations. Her throat tightened, and she lowered her eyes, afraid of the man sitting across the polished table. Lucian Hale.

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

"Hesitant? You're asking me to marry a man I've only known for a few hours." His expression remained unchanged. "Technically, you're the one who called me." I gritted my teeth. I hated that he was right. My eyes drifted back to the contract. Three years of living as Roman Evercrest's wife. Three years in exchange for my company, my freedom, and a hundred million dollars. It sounded ridiculous. But then again, so did losing everything because of someone I once called my best friend. The image of Millie's smug face flashed through my mind.

I said walking back to my desk. The lawyer arrives exactly at ten. He’s older, a few inches taller than I am, dressed like someone who bills by the minute and never wastes words. We both went into Xavier's office and sat by a round desk. He introduces himself, sets his briefcase on the table, and pulls out a thick folder. “This is the marriage contract,” he says calmly. “Duration is three years.” My stomach tightens. He opens the folder and slides it toward me. “Compensation,” he continues, flipping pages. “You will receive five million dollars, paid over the course of the marriage.”

he says “I don't understand what's going on. Why do you want to get married to me? I barely know you” I say “But you've been living here for a while now” he says “That doesn't count for anything” I counter “Maybe, but it's a contract marriage and you're the best fit for the role. Given your relationship and bond with my daughter, there's no one better to assume this position. The Contract would last for seven years. And in return, I'll clear off your student loans down to the last cent as well as your mother's gambling debt. And you'll be heavily compensated” he says calmly as though he's demanding for something as simple as water.

he said firmly as she lifted her head to glance at him. "I'm all ears." she encouraged him to continue. "Marry me." "WHAT?" Chloe couldn't control herself not to scream. "A contract marriage. We play a happy couple for one year and in the end of 12 months, you will receive one million dollars." Mr. Bailey explained briefly. "After one year you will be whomever you want. The sky will be the limit." Her surprise turned to anger. "Are you kidding? You don't have the right to propose something like that to me!" she spoke without thinking, gesticulating wildly. "Who do you think you are? You don't own the world!"

“… Even in his disguise cloth, he’s what he told you he was, and follows him, that would be the best for you, your brother would want the same thing too.” If he were truly a billionaire, it would be a lucky charm for her. He would be a stepping stone to achieving all she wanted. “Tell her Moscow.” He stood erect, feeling his confidence back as the dusts the dirt off his jean. “It’s a simple business deal, for three months. We faked dating and get our contract wedding nobody will know, and we would get a divorce. And go our separate ways after three months.” He must surely want something from her, what was his reason for wanting to get married, what does he want from her? And why her?

The enterprise is going to regain its perfect reputation. “I can never thank you enough,” he says and I swear, I catch tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. He pulls me gently in his arms, letting the documents fall to the floor. “No words can express how grateful I am to have you as my wife. I’m so excited to grow old with you, Len.” I kiss his cheek as I wrap my legs around his torso. It’s over. This nightmare is over. “You can simply pay me back by taking me on a honeymoon trip,” I say, making him laugh.