Three Years Contract Marriage With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

But it was all part of the plan, I guess. My friend, Lily who resides in New York had told me about this young man who is looking for a wife to quickly get married to. His parents had been pestering him about it for long and he was so desperate for a wife now to get them off his back. I know it sounds crazy but I am to meet with this man and sign a contract with him to get married for each other's benefits.

★★★ “You asked me to marry you even though you already have a girlfriend. Is this some kind of plan you plotted against me? Is there a risk that you perceive will fall on your lover, which is why you chose me to slaughter as a pig?" Monica yelled at William as the bedroom door closed behind her. She couldn't let go of the fact that he already had a girlfriend, but he requested a one-year contractual marriage with her. This could hardly be for insignificant reasons.

And with that, he’s down the steps and out of sight. They find themselves sitting underneath a towering oak tree fifteen minutes later, sharing a single water bottle and bag of shrimp chips they’d found lying in Abel’s Audi. “Are you excited for the wedding?” Abel passes her the bottle. Ariana shrugs. “Isn’t everyone?” “We’ve already established how you’re not like everyone else, Ari.” Yeah, because not everyone gets paid to marry Williams Montenegro for one dreadful year and become a millionaire by the end of it. Majority of this doesn't have to be part of the scheme, though.

“You must not be involved with any man till the end of the contract. No one must know it's a contract marriage. There will be no intimacy between us. You will not meddle in my personal affairs. You must be ready to follow me whenever I ask you to. There will be no divorce until the end of the 2-year contract. You will receive 2 million dollars after the marriage certificate has been issued, 3 million dollars after a year, and receive the balance of 5 million dollars at the end of our contract.” “Is that all?” I asked, staring into his ocean-blue eyes. He smiled and nodded, “That is all my lady. Now sign it I don't have all day.” I rolled my eyes and picked the pen to sign. The rules were eas

But being married to him? "That's not all." Derek continued. "I know this will come as a shock to you Camilla, but I've taken the necessary precautions to make sure we both understand it." "I don't understand." "I'm offering you a contract marriage." Derek broke the news. "Pretend to be my wife for three years, or more. However long it takes to fool the media. And in return, I'll give you the best life you could ever dream of. The life you should have had growing up."

Grace stared at the document, dread settling deep in her stomach. Is this where he offers me money to disappear? “I know this may sound crazy,” Nelson began calmly, “but I want us to get married. For real.” Grace’s head shot up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” “It’ll be a contract marriage,” he explained. “Three years. Once the contract ends, you’ll be free to go your own way, and I’ll go mine.” The words sent her spiraling. “Why?” she croaked.

"You're joking, right? Come on, what did he really say?" "I'm not joking. It's a contract marriage. One year. For a million dollars." Skylar's laughter died instantly. "Wait... what? Are you serious?" "I didn't have a choice," Iris said, her voice breaking. "My mom... she needs surgery." Skylar pulled her into a tight hug. "This is crazy. You're crazy. But I'm here for you." Tears welled in Iris's eyes as she clung to her friend. Then, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen-an unknown number.

I basically married a heartless man, a man who does not value the sacredness of marriage. Shaking my head, I look at the pages and begin reading. All of a sudden, everything stops when my eyes fall on the words written in the contract. “What’s this about?” I look at him wide-eyed. “You are smart, right?” That makes questioning look turn to a glare. Sighing heavily, he shifts to face me completely, putting his left hand on the back of the couch and the other on his lap. “Fine. So we are going to be married for the period of three months. After that, you can claim as much money as you want.” He says boringly. Like, he is used to such arrangements.

Memories of the past years came flooding back…the betrayal, the loneliness, and the silent strength I had to muster to protect my son. I had married Henry young, thinking he was my fairytale ending. He was charming, ambitious, and attentive…or so I thought. The cracks in his mask showed soon after the wedding. He stayed out late nights and came home drunk. I soon discovered that he had been seeing other women. When I had confronted him, he had laughed in my face, dismissing me as paranoid. Then I fell pregnant a year later. I thought it would change everything. I believed he might step up, become the man I had married.