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 4
The sun's rays pierced through the window, causing Henry to instinctively open and then shut his eyes in response to the harsh brightness. As he blinked back the disorienting, he sat upright and was immediately hit by a sharp headache, prompting a low groan to escape his lips.
Looking around, he realized he was in his bedroom, he was surprised as to how he made it home from the bar where he remembered falling asleep the previous night.
" How on Earth did I get home? I distinctly remember dozing off at the bar. Did my mother bring me home?" He held his head, trying to piece together the missing parts of his memory.
With a glimmer of hope, he began to search for his phone and dialled his mother's number and anxiously wait for her to pick up.
" Mum, did you bring me home last night?" he asked, desperately hoping for a different answer.
" No, I didn't. Wait! Did you go to a bar again?" his mother's voice tinged with concern.
" Not now, Mom," he groaned, quickly ending the call. Frustration welled up within him as he wondered who could have possibly brought him home. The bartender? No, she doesn't even know him or where he lived.
He promised to find the answer. " I really need to find out who brought me home."
With a sigh, he made his way downstairs to soothe his hangover with a comforting bowl of hangover soup. Afterward, he returned to his room, taking a refreshing shower and dressing for the day ahead.
Heading to work, he brushed off all the staff members, and headed to his office.
Whispers floated through the office, as one of the employee, Dianne, began to murmur to another colleague.
"I wonder why he's so cold."
" He's like a cold-blooded monster. I bet he meets the devil every night," one of the staffs responded with a hushed whispers, just as Reece approached. The sudden presence of Reece caused them to fall silent, and they immediately faced their work, pretending to be engrossed in it.
Reece, who happens to overhead their conversation wondered if they were truly tired of working under Henry's strict demeanor. Shaking off the thought, he made his way to Henry's office.
" Reece, go to the bar I usually drink at and find out who brought me home yesterday. Check the CCTV footage if possible," Henry said, his gaze fixed on his laptop. Reece raised his brows in confusion.
" You fell asleep in the bar last night?" Inquired Reece and Henry paused his activities on his laptop and turned his full attention to Reece, locking him in a cold stare.
"Are you truly tired of working as a manager at Dolphins Group of Companies?" he smirked, his words filled with danger and Reece immediately shook his head in denial.
" Then will you do as I requested, or should I find someone else to carry out the task?" Henry's piercing blue eyes bored into Reece's.
" Alright, sir. I will get going," Reece said, avoiding eye contact with Henry and without waiting for a reply, he rushed out of the office.
Panting heavily, he disregarded the curious gazes from the other staff members, their expressions seeming to suggest that he had encountered the devil himself. But Reece had little concern for their reactions. Right now, his priority was getting to the bar as quickly as possible, for he had no intention of getting on the bad side of the devil incarnate.
He drove recklessly, as if pursued by a demon, until he arrived at the bar. Disembarking from his car, he breathed heavily, his rapid breaths betraying his sense of urgency as he made his way to the counter.
"Good morning, sir. What drink would you like?" Dera's sweet voice greeted him.
"Good morning, dear. Actually, I'm not here to drink. It's too early," Reece muttered, his brows furrowing with concern.
Catching the crease in his brow, Dera inquired, "So, what are you here for?"
"Did you, by any chance, see a man who got extremely drunk yesterday?" Reece asked, an air of tension in his voice.
Dera chuckled. "Sir, we both know that this is a bar, and many people get drunk every day. So, which particular person are you referring to?"
"Oh, don't worry. I have a picture of him," Reece replied, pulling out his phone and showing her a photo of Henry. Dera gasped, instinctively covering her mouth.
"Do you know him?" Reece asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Yes! Yes, he was the man who was extremely drunk yesterday. I took him home with the help of a taxi driver," Dera revealed, leaving Reece exhaling with relief, causing Dera to be confused.
"Are you okay, sir?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.
Reece nodded, grasping some dollars from his wallet and attempting to hand them to her as a token of appreciation.
"Thanks, sir, but I don't need it," Dera declined politely.
"You really helped me, so I need to show my gratitude," Reece insisted, but she maintained her smile, refusing to accept the money.
"I didn't do anything for you, sir," she said sincerely, her smile reflecting genuine warmth. Reece returned the smile, acknowledging her kind gesture, before exiting the bar.
Upon reaching his car, Reece rested his head against the driver's seat, his frustration evident in his clenched teeth.
"I am a manager, but that cold-blooded boss of mine has turned me into a detective. Gosh! I feel like strangling him," Reece muttered, his voice filled with discontent.
Reece arrived back at the office, having gathered every single detail about Dera Harold. Placing a soft but firm knock on Hillary's office door, he braced himself for the interaction to come.
"Come in if you wish," Henry's husky and cold voice echoed from within the room.
"He is still as arrogant as ever," Reece muttered under his breath, mimicking Hillary's voice, before mustering the courage to open the door and walk inside.
Once inside, Reece observed that Henry's eyes remained glued to the laptop, the object of his unwavering attention.
"What on Earth is in that laptop that always captivates his gaze?" Reece pondered briefly, his curiosity piqued.
Interrupting his own train of thought, Reece refocused on the conversation at hand. "I'm here," he responded, catching Hillary's attention momentarily.
Offering an update, Reece continued, "Her name is Dera Harold, a 22-year-old young lady. Her parents reside in Italy, while she came to Georgia to raise money for her mother's surgery." As Reece delivered the information, he noticed Henry was lost in deep contemplation, his thoughts seemingly distant.
"Are you hearing me?" Reece's voice jolted Henry out of his trance like state.
"Yes, I'm listening," Henry replied, his response causing Reece to briefly question the depth of his boss's absorption in his laptop.
With the conversation now resumed, Reece concluded, "She lives with her best friend, Luciana Donald."
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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.