Mr Ceo Contracted Wife
Twenty three years Lisa, has it all brains, beauty and a thriving career as an interior designer.
What she doesn't have is any interest in marriage, especially not to Thomas Nicklson, Her family's arrogant business partner's son. She would rather stay single forever than be shackled to him.
To escape the unwanted marriage, Lisa
takes her best friend's advice and hires James, a charming stranger she meets in a gay bar, to pose as her fiancé. The deal is simple: pretend to be in love for a year, keep her parents at pay, and then walk away. Easy
Until the line between real and fake begins to blur.
What Lisa doesn't know is that James is hiding a secret big enough to change everything, and falling for her fake fiancé might be the riskiest move of all.
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Chapter 1
"Lisa Pov "
I was working on a new project in my office when my phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID, and it was my mother. I rolled my eyes.
She never gave up. I had been ignoring her calls all day because I was in a good mood and didn't want it ruined.
With a sigh I finally picked.
"Hello, mother."
"Why are you not answering my calls, young lady? I have been trying to call you for ages!"
"I am busy, Mom! I have a big new project I am working on."
"You are an office rat, Lisa! How will you find a nice man, get married, and give me a grandchild if you never leave your office?"
"Mom, we talked about this. I don't want to get married anytime soon. I am just 23. I like my freedom, and I want to focus on my career."
She scoffed. "When I was your age, I was engaged to your father. Anyway, I have a big announcement tonight at dinner. Don't be late." Then she hung up.
When will they stop meddling in my life?
In my personal life, for fuck's sake
I'm an adult. I can make my own decisions.
I wondered what the "big announcement" was. I just hoped she wasn't trying to set me up with some random guy.
Later, when I got ready for family dinner, I kept things simple: high-waisted, ripped dark blue jeans, a classic white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a small pink bag.
I drove to my parents' mansion, reached the gate, and parked my BMW in the family lot.
I rang the doorbell, and the maid opened it.
"Good evening, Sarah."
"Good evening, Miss Lisa."
"Where are my parents?"
"The whole family is in the living room."
I headed there and found my parents, siblings, and my sister and brother-in-law gathered.
"Good evening, guys."
"Well, hello Lisa, no time no see," they all chimed.
"I have been busy,"
They mimicked me at the same time, mocking.
I rolled my eyes. "Somebody's in a good mood today. What's the occasion?"
"Let's have dinner first, and then we will talk." Mom said.
Dinner was delicious. We talked about the family business and my new project.
My sister and sister-in-law were both pregnant with their first children, due any time now.
They complained about how overprotective my brother and brother-in-law had become.
After dinner, we moved to the living room for drinks.
"So what's the big announcement, Mom? Dad?" I asked.
"You know we love you, and we want to see you happy like your brother Tommy and your sister Megan. We want to see your future children before we die." Dad began.
Here we go with the drama.
"So we have decided that you will marry your uncle Jerry's son, Thomas, this summer, and that's final."
"You what?" I yelled.
"You don't have to force me to marry that spoiled brat! I can't stand him! He disgusts me! He's a ladies' man; he would be the last person on earth that I would marry."
"You're single, and there's plenty of time to get to know each other," mother insisted.
"I can't marry him because....I'm pregnant with another man's baby. and we're getting married."
"You are pregnant!"
My mother fainted on the couch. My dad yelled for the maid to bring water.
Everyone was shocked by my lie, but it had to be done. There's no way I was marrying that dickhead.
Once the chaos settled, they were still furious that I was "pregnant before marriage," but they accepted it. Then they demanded to meet my fiancé tomorrow.
I told them that he was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for two weeks. That gave me just enough time to find myself a fake fiancé.
I said goodbye, drove back to my apartment, and immediately called my best friend, Maria.
"Come to my apartment now. ASAP." I hung up before she could ask anything.
I showered, changed into shorts and a top. And made drinks and snacks us.
Half an hour later, Maria burst into my apartment. "What the hell is wrong with you calling me here at this hour?"
" Maria. I'm in big trouble. I need your help."
"Okay, tell me."
"I told my family I was pregnant with my fiancé's baby."
"Holly shit, you what?!" she screamed.
"Calm down! I am not pregnant. I don't even have a boyfriend. I'm still a virgin."
"I need a drink to process this."
"I will get the martini."
She grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.
"Whoa, slow down, missy."
"So? Why did you lie to your family?"
"They want me to marry Thomas, their business partner, against my will. And they won't take no for an answer."
"Ew. That annoying manwhore."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. They want to see my fiancé, but I told them that he's on a business trip for two weeks; I can't drag this out forever."
Marie leaned back. "Okay... I might have an idea. A friend of mine is an actor. He's gorgeous, sexy, you could hire him to pretend your fiancé "
"No, I don't want any kind of relationship with a man, even a fake one. I don't want complications."
"Okay...what about a gay man?"
"What?! Are you crazy?" I burst out laughing.
"Listen.You hire a gay man, set up a one year contract, pay him a fixed amount and he will pretend to be your fiancé and baby daddy. No one will know. He won't see you as a woman, and you won't see him as a man; no strings attached."
"And where exactly am I supposed to find a gay man?"
"I know the perfect place."
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9.3
She was never supposed to be the bride.
Lila Hart has always lived in her older sister's shadow, Evelyn, the perfect daughter, the favorite, the one chosen to marry Adrian Blackwell, the cold, powerful billionaire heir who controls half of Manhattan. But forty-eight hours before the wedding, Evelyn disappears. No explanation, No goodbye. Just a single warning: "Don't let him find out what I did."
Now the Hart family is about to lose everything, their reputation, their company, their future, unless Lila steps into the role her sister abandoned.
So Lila becomes the replacement bride
A marriage born out of duty for her... and pure anger for him.
Adrian doesn't want a wife, He wants answers. And he's certain Lila knows more about Evelyn's disappearance than she claims. They swear they'll keep their distance, No love,No trust, Just a contract neither of them asked for.
But the night of the wedding, a violent warning arrives, proving Evelyn didn't run away, She was taken. And whoever has her... wants Lila next.
Now Lila is trapped in a marriage built on secrets, hunted by enemies she can't see, and falling for a man she was never supposed to love.
Because the most dangerous place for her... might be right beside her husband.
7.6
I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts.
The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise.
"She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient."
I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion.
He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation.
"You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride."
I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage.
Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand.
Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world.
"I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die."
7.7
I stood in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown, waiting to seal the merger of the century between the Singleton and English families. Everything was perfect, fragile, and obscenely expensive.
But minutes before the ceremony, my brother burst into the bridal suite looking like he’d seen a ghost. He handed me a crumpled note from Jeffery, the man I was supposed to marry.
"I can’t do it," the note read. "I’m choosing love." Jeffery had fled to Paris with another woman, leaving me to face two thousand guests and a family legacy that would plummet forty percent by Monday morning.
Harrison Singleton, the family patriarch, didn't offer sympathy; he offered a cold ultimatum. The wedding would happen, with or without Jeffery. He stepped aside to reveal Declan Singleton, the "Wolf of Wall Street" who had spent the last year ruthlessly stripping my father’s companies for parts.
To save my family from bankruptcy, I had to walk down the aisle and marry the man I hated most. At the altar, Declan didn’t just say "I do"; he claimed me with a kiss so possessive it felt like a sentencing.
The humiliation was physical, a knife twisting in my gut as the world watched the "hostile takeover" of my life. I was a spoil of war, traded to a predator who believed in leverage over love.
Then, Jeffery called, weeping about his mistake and begging to come back. I looked at the massive, perfectly-sized diamond Declan had already prepared for me and realized this wasn't a coincidence.
I wiped away my tears and straightened my emerald silk. If I had to live in a cage, I was going to make sure I had the sharpest teeth.
"Let's go to war," I whispered to my new husband.
7.1
Warning: R18+
His pierced cock thrust deep, the metal barbell dragging along my G-spot with every relentless stroke, sending shockwaves that made me scream his name. I came again hard, squirting around him while he growled "mine" and filled me bare, hot pulses claiming every inch inside me.
Thirty minutes earlier I'd been drowning in heartbreak and gin at a Mayfair club.
Now I was unraveling in a billionaire's penthouse, owned by a stranger whose name I still didn't know.
One forbidden night.
No names. No promises.
Or so I thought.
One reckless night with a stranger ignites a billionaire's obsession.
Elara thought it was over at dawn.
Damian Blackwood doesn't let go.
When her world crumbles, he offers salvation-with strings: Become his contract wife.
One forbidden night becomes a lifetime of possession...
7.7
Silas Vane, a billionaire on the edge of ruin, needs his ex-wife's signature to save his tech empire-and June Ashby, his scorned orchard-owning ex, wants only one thing: to make him suffer.
The deal is brutal, simple, and non-negotiable: Silas must move back to their small hometown, trade his silk suits for calloused hands, and work the orchard harvest for six months. Worse? He has to play her doting husband for the press-fake marriage, real contract, no room for error.
What starts as a revenge-fueled game quickly spirals. As the sun dips below the orchard trees, old sparks reignite, and the line between fake and real blurs into something dangerous.
Silas came to town for a patent to save his empire. But he might just walk away with a broken contract-and a heart completely owned by the woman who set out to destroy him.
8.7
On the night of her engagement, Lila Hart discovers that her fiancé isn't just cheating-he's selling her to the cruel Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack to settle a debt.
Dragged into the arms of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire Alpha feared across the werewolf world, Lila vows to escape. But Damien isn't what he seems-behind his icy exterior lies a dangerous secret... one that ties Lila to him in ways neither can deny.