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 2
"Lisa Pov "
A gay bar? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Dah, it's the perfect place to pick a gay man,"
Maria said, rolling her eyes.
"Now come on, lift your ass, and let's get inside."
I parked the car, and we walked in.
It was my first time in a gay bar; the place was warm with red lights and LGBTQ flags hanging everywhere, and a crowd of gay couples, trans people, male strippers, and even some women.
We took a seat at the bar and ordered beers.
"So? How's the place?" Maria asked.
" Cool," I said, scanning the room.
"Great, Let's find you the perfect man."
" Cheers, "
"Let the hunt begin."
One hour later, we interviewed what felt like a
a hundred men, and nothing clicked.
Maria groaned.
"Girl, I am exhausted. pick one for fuck's sake; it's just a deal; you're not actually going to marry the guy for real."
"Still! I need to choose wisely; I don't want my family getting suspicious about the whole fake engagement."
We were mid- argument when the most gorgeous, hottest man I had ever seen walked into the bar.
"Maria... look."
Maria gasped. "Wow, what a piece of art. Shame he's not interested in us."
He wore a fitted white shirt, ripped black jeans and white sneakers.
Dirty blonde hair. Blue eyes. Full red lips, and a sculpted, muscular body.
And tall.
Like...six foot- something tall
Oh my god. The first guy I am attracted to.... And he's gay!!
Get a grip, girl.
He walked to the bar, and hugged the bartender, then sat across from him, laughing. Great, boyfriend confirmed
"So, you wanna talk to him?" Maria smirked.
"Okay... let's go."
We approached him.
"Hi. Can I get you a drink?" I said.
"No thanks; I am not interested in having sex with you."
My cheeks burned. "Oh, you got me wrong." I am not flirting."
He arched a brow amused. "Then what do you want?"
"I have an offer for you."
"What kind of offer?"
"I want you to be my fiancé"
He choked on his drink "What?!"
"No, my fake fiancé," I clarified quickly.
"Look, I know you're gay, and the bartender is your boyfriend, so he's the deal. My family is forcing me to marry a man I despise, so I lied and to them I'm pregnant with my fiancé. To get out of trouble, Maria suggested that I hire one of her male friends to be my fake fiancé, but I didn't want to mess with a straight guy. So she said I should hire a gay man."
I exhaled
"I will offer you one million dollars to act as my fiancé for a year. Just until my family backs off."
For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. Then finally:
"Okay. We have a deal."
"I am Liza, by the way." I said, relieved.
"James."
"Here's my business card. Can I get your number?
He took my phone, entered his number and called himself.
"I will call you tomorrow, so we will discuss the agreement."
We shook hands,his grip was warm and strong and my heart jumped.
I looked at his face; then his lips... and imagined how it would feel if we shared a kiss.
Oh my god, stop drooling over the gay man.
I cleared my throat. "I had better get going. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sweet girl."
I found Maria dancing with some guy.
"Maria, let's go,."
"Bye, Marcooo!" she said, waving like a drunk Disney character. "It's nice hanging out with a man who doesn't try to get in your pants."
"So? How did it go with the Hulk?" She asked once we reached the car.
"He said yes."
"Yay! Good for you!"
"I will call my lawyer in the morning to prepare the contract."
"Let's go home; I am tired."
"Okay, bestie."
I dropped her off, then went home.
Shower. Skin care.Pajamas.
But when I lay in bed, all I saw was James's face.
God, he's so hot!!
I need to stop thinking about him like that. He's gay, for fuck's sake.
"James Pov "
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples
Today was hell. Absolute hell.
I changed out of my business suit, I drove my Austin Martin to my brother's bar, his pride and joy, and walked straight to him.
Jason grinned and hugged me.
"Hey, brother. Rough day?"
"Like shit. That old man is refusing to sign the contract. gave me a fucking migraine. Pour me the strongest thing you have."
"Take it easy, buddy, That's why I left the business world and followed my heart." He said laughing.
I rolled my eyes and shot him the middle finger.
I was scrolling through my phone when I heard a soft angelic voice.
"Excuse me."
I looked up and saw quite literally the most beautiful woman I have ever encountered.
Long golden hair. Big green eyes, and full pink lips.
A strapless black dress, hugging evert curves perfectly.
One look at her and all I wanted was to kiss senseless.
"Hi," she said. "can I grab you a drink?"
"No thanks. I am not interested in having sex with you."
Big fat lie.
If she only knew what is going through my mind.
"Oh, you got me wrong, I'm not flirting," She said.
Ouch. My ego.
"Then what else do you want?" I asked, amused.
I have an offer for you."
"What kind of offer?"
"I want you to be my fiancé."
I almost spit my drink, "What?!"
Then she explained everything, her family forcing her to marry some asshole, her lie about being pregnant, her friend suggesting she hire a gay man.
And then she said it
"One million dollars to pretend for one year."
The fuck!!!
This girl thinks I was gay. And uninterested.
If she only knew the thoughts I had the second I laid eyes on her. that all I wanted right now was to grab her sexy ass and fuck her senseless on the counter.
Should I tell her?
Should I walk away?
Or...should I play along?
A man needs entertainment.
And holy hell, she was a walking fantasy.
Lol, she offered me money. Adorable. She has no clue who she's talking to.
This would be fun.
"Okay. We have a deal," I said.
She smiled, so sweet, so innocent.
"I am Lisa, by the way."
"I am James."
She handed me her phone. I entered my number and called myself.
"I will call tomorrow, so we can talk about the agreement."
God, she's so innocent; she had no idea what she's getting herself into. She just handed herself over to the devil on a silver platter.
We shook hands, her small soft hand in mine.
"I had better get going.Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sweet girl."
Jason smacked the back of my head. "You asshole. Deceiving that poor girl.
"I am a gentleman, I'm helping her," I said innocently.
He snorted. "Douchebag."
"I will get that sexy body in my bed," I muttered.
"I hope you won't regret this," he warned.
"Don't crawl back to me crying later."
I laughed.
"Definitely not gonna happen, bro."
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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.