Contract Wife For Six Months
In the world of wealth and luxury, Henry Royals stands as a young billionaire who earns his fortune through hard work and determination, refusing to rely on his family's wealth.
At just 25 years old, he is hailed as the richest billionaire in Georgia. However, his single lifestyle becomes a constant source of annoyance for his mother, who is determined to see him settle down.
In an attempt to appease his mother and escape her nagging, Henry finds himself crossing paths with Dera Harold, a waitress at a popular bar he always visited of which he wants to clear his mind.
Faced with mounting pressure from his mother, Henry proposes a contracted marriage to Dera offering her a substantial sum of money in return.
Initially hesitant, Dera eventually agrees to the arrangement when she finds herself in desperate need of funds to pay for her mother's surgery. While her parents reside in Italy, Dera has come to Georgia to make a living for herself.
As the two embark on their contracted marriage, they find themselves bound by numerous rules and expectations.
The journey is not without its challenges, but over time, Dera begins to adapt and adjust to her new life.
The question remains: will Henry and Dera be able to adhere to the rules of their marriage for six months?
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Chapter 1
" Mom, why are you here?" His cold voice reverberated inside the luxurious sitting room as he ascended the stairs, his hands tucked inside his tuxedo suit like a Greek god.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his feet, this man embodies the divine essence of a Greek god. His countenance radiates an ethereal glow as if touched by the golden rays of Apollo himself.
" Don't I have the right to be here?" the woman who was seated on one of the sofas said with her brows creased.
" You should at least let me know before coming, you always come at the wrong time" he muttered the last part but she still heard what he said, so she scoffed.
The opulent sitting room exudes elegance and refinement. Adorned with velvet drapes in deep jewel tones, the room is bathed in a warm, golden glow from the crystal chandelier above.
A grand fireplace, framed by carved marble, crackles with a comforting fire, casting dancing shadows on the plush Persian rug below.
The walls were covered in richly textured damask wallpaper. They are adorned with gilded mirrors and exquisite oil paint.
Luxurious silk cushions, embroidered with gold thread. It makes the guests sink into the embrace of the velvet sofas and armchairs, upholstered in the finest brocade.
Mrs Royals looked around the luxurious sitting room before sitting on the sofa which was facing him directly.
" Don't you get tired of being alone?" She asked but he ignored her question by rolling his eyes nonchalantly.
" I am talking to you Henry Royals!" She half yelled, her face flushed with anger and sadness.
" Not now Mom," he groaned before checking his expensive and flashy wristwatch.
" I need to go right now. I have some business to attend to" he muttered, straightened his tie, and walked out on his mum.
" Don't tell me you're walking out on me, Henry?" She asked as she stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked after him to the parking lots.
She wasn't ready to let him go if he didn't give in to her request. For Christ's sake! He will be 26 years in a few weeks, how come he doesn't have a girlfriend let alone a wife? Such a workaholic!
" What does it seem like I am doing? He asked without looking back as he walked to his sleek black Lamborghini Aventador.
" You're no longer a kid Henry!"
" Mom! I am just twenty-nine years okay? So let me off the hook already" he rolled his eyes and opened the car's door but his mom grabbed the door and shut it immediately with a loud bang making Henry flinch a little, then he closed his eyes and inhaled.
" You're going nowhere if you don't set a date to show me your fiancee or rather your wife," Mrs. Royals said in a serious tone.
Mrs. Royals, in her mid-forties, possesses a captivating beauty that radiates from within. Her lustrous blonde hair frames a vibrant and confident face.
She is dressed in a fitted red gown that hugs her curves, effortlessly highlighting her graceful silhouette. Perfectly paired with a black designer bag and a pair of beautiful red heels.
Her heels kept making faint thuds as she followed Henry to the parking lot, she wasn't giving up so easily.
" Are you ready to leave the house or we should both remain here? After all, my schedule is cleared, you're the only one with business appointments. So, if you want to leave here, do as I say." she smirked and Henry scoffed.
" Mom! Really! You're delaying my meeting, I have some clients to attend to for heaven's sake!" He groaned but Mrs. Royals wasn't ready to listen to him as she held the car's door firmly making Henry release a frustrating sigh.
" Okay, just give me some time, I will find a wife for myself"
" Same old stories, you keep telling me the same old stories. How many times have you told me that? No! no! Don't answer it, I will do it myself" she smirked before continuing. " This is the one thousand and one times you've told me this, so it's no more an excuse, you're free to come up with another one."
" Why do I have such a crazy woman as my mother?" Henry muttered as he rubbed his temples in nothing but frustration. His mom was hell-bent on frustrating his entire life.
" I heard that," she said still clicking her heels on the floored ground.
" Fine! Fine! Just give me a month, I promise to find a beautiful and elegant wife" Henry said feigning a smile.
His mom is the only person who has ever seen his smile because he rarely smiles. He has this dangerous aura around him that makes people fear him.
" I won't buy that! It's just one of your numerous lies just so I could let you off the hook, but trust me, dear son, I won't let you fool me with your lies."
" I promise Mom," he said with pleading eyes. He was running late and the only thing he could think of was to plead so she could let him go.
This woman in front of him is the woman he loves so much, she means the whole world to him and he can't trade her for the world. She is certainly the best thing that has ever happened to him.
" I won't fall for your pleading face" She rolled her eyes once again.
" Mom, if you keep rolling your eyes repeatedly, they might fall off from the sockets," he said and she scoffed.
" That's none of your business, is it?" She asked and he sighed.
" It seems you aren't ready to go"
" Okay! Fine! If I don't bring a wife after one month, then you're free to get me one yourself"
" Is that a promise?"
" Yes it is, so can I leave now? Henry asked and she immediately let go of the car's door and he got in.
" Don't test my patience Henry Royals!" She shouted as his car drove speedily out of the mansion.
" Such a crazy woman" he smiled and drove off to his company.
DOLPHIN GROUP OF COMPANIES
" You're welcome sir" The staff all stood up to greet Henry when he walked in but as usual, he had a straight and cold face on, ignoring all their greetings.
He walked straight to his office without sparing any of the staff a glance, and it was quite amusing that everyone had gotten accustomed to his coldness and nonchalance towards them, yet they still never stopped greeting him for once.
Henry sat down on his swivel chair and took the telephone which was neatly placed close to his laptop. Because he hates dirt and disorder. He punched a number on the telephone and placed it on his ear.
" Come to my office now" his authoritative voice could send shivers down anybody close by, and without waiting for a reply, he hung up and concentrated back on his laptop.
A few minutes later, a guy dressed in a suit walked in. His name is Reece Hawkins, his manager and personal assistant.
" Good morning Mr Henry" Reece greeted and Henry nodded without looking up, his eyes were fixed on his laptop.
Reece knew better than to push on with his greetings, everyone knew how cold Henry was and he barely talked during board meetings.
Some staff often referred to him as a cold-blooded boss, because of how cold and arrogant he could be.
" How busy is my day?"
" The investors from Moreno oil company will be here in an hour, and also you have a meeting with the clients from Wellington....." Reece kept reading from the tablet he was holding till he was done.
When Reece was done, Henry exhaled loudly before relaxing his back on the swivel chair.
" Sir, should I cancel your meeting with the investors from Moreno Oil Company?" Reece asked with hesitation in his voice because of the look Henry immediately cast on him
He immediately clasped his mouth shut, he knew better than to annoy the devil.
" Did I complain to you?" Henry raised his brows, giving Reece a questioning glare.
" I thought you were tired of going to different meetings" Reece muttered almost impossible for anyone to hear but Henry heard it.
" Are you tired of your job?" He asked and Reece immediately shook his head.
" Prepare all that I need for the meeting with Moreno Oil Company and also prepare my meeting with the clients from Wellington," he said and returned his focus to his laptop.
Reece left his office and shut the door behind him, and almost immediately he let out the breath he was holding since he walked into Henry's office.
" Such a scary man."
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7.7
In their first year of marriage, Melinda's husband never shared her bed, and the loneliness became a craving.
She understood why after catching him kissing her sister-she was just a stand-in.
When that restless craving finally sharpened into an ailment, she went to the hospital and met a doctor whose steady hands almost unraveled her.
The next day, he showed up as the company's new CEO and made her his assistant.
"Sir, I have a husband. Stop hitting on me." She had tried to resist, but eventually, she still became his girlfriend.
Her ex begged tearfully, "Melinda, let's start over. Don't leave me."
Melinda huffed, "Sorry. I'm not interested in a man who couldn't perform in bed."
7.4
I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name.
Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany.
"Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her."
Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card.
"She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her."
I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed.
I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck.
I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned.
"Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms.
I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.
9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.
9.1
After catching her fiancé cheating on her, Lena Hart goes out drinking with one goal: forget everything. One reckless night turns into a steamy one-night stand with a handsome stranger who leaves her breathless and nameless.
She leaves before morning, convinced it was just a mistake she can bury.
Until she walks into work.
The stranger is Lucas Reed, her company's new CEO.
And Lena is assigned as his personal assistant.
Now she's trapped in relentless proximity with the man who knows her body better than he should, forced to sit outside his office, take his orders, and pretend their night never happened. Lucas is powerful and devastatingly aware of exactly what they're risking and exactly how badly he wants her, the harder they try to stay professional, the more dangerous their attraction becomes.
One night was supposed to mean nothing.
Now it could destroy her career... or become the one thing neither of them can walk away from.
9.7
Isla Hart has one priority: survival. Drowning in bills and personal struggles, she needs money, fast. So when Lucien Cross, a powerful and emotionally distant CEO, offers her a lucrative deal to pose as his fiancée, she accepts. The rules are clear: no emotions, no attachments, and no complications. It's strictly business.
Lucien Cross has built his life on control. Wealth, power, and influence are effortless to him-but love is a liability he refuses to entertain. With a critical merger at stake, a fake engagement is just another calculated move. Isla is meant to be temporary, a convincing presence by his side until the deal is secured.
But proximity has consequences.
As Isla steps into Lucien's world, she begins to see beyond the cold exterior, the loneliness, the pressure of his empire, and the past he keeps buried. And Lucien, despite himself, finds his carefully ordered life unraveling. Isla isn't just playing a role anymore. She challenges him, softens him, and awakens feelings he never planned to have.
When the truth behind their engagement starts to surface and old secrets threaten Lucien's empire, the line between contract and reality shatters. Isla is forced to face the one thing she promised herself she'd avoid: love.
Now, with everything on the line, reputations, power, and hearts, Isla must decide whether love is worth the risk. Because this time, love was never in the contract. And the fallout could cost them both everything.