Contract Marriage With The Devil - Billionaire

The war shifted. Not into love, exactly—something stranger. Something that lived in the space between transaction and tenderness.

“Then I’ll find someone else. But I’ve done my research. You’re stubborn, desperate, and too proud to steal. You won’t fall in love with me. That’s your greatest qualification.” contract marriage with the devil billionaire

“I have a proposal,” he said, sliding a black card across the Formica. No name. Just a symbol: a serpent eating its own tail. “Marry me for one year. In return, I will pay off every cent you owe, put your brother in the best cardiac program in the country, and give you five million dollars upon completion.” The war shifted

“I’m not staying because I want to,” she said, stepping into his space. His arms came around her like he’d been waiting his whole life to hold her. “I’m staying because I love you, you impossible devil.” “Then I’ll find someone else

The final month, the contract lay on the table between them. One year was almost up. The money was in her account. Leo was healthy. The debt was gone.

Then she tore it again.

On the drive home, Lena said, “You didn’t have to do that.”