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Contract Marriage With Mr CEO is a Nigerian themed billionaire romance novel that follows Layo, a popular social media influencer and secretary whose life takes an unexpected turn when she enters into a contract marriage with George, a ruthless billionaire CEO. After being publicly humiliated by her fiancé Tony, who rejects their marriage at the altar, she is labelled as "The Rejected Bride" and faces severe backlash online and disappointment from her mother who constantly pressures her about marriage and societal expectations. She meets George in Secret Palace, a well known club in her quest to unwind but ends up having a one night stand with him not knowing he was soon to be the CEO of the company she worked for. To maintain a good reputation online and to fulfill her mother's wish, she agrees to a Contract Marriage with George who on the other hand needs to be married in few months to completely possess his father's assets according to his father's will. Things get steamy as contract becomes reality, and ex's fight to come back.
Layo's fingers trembled as she adjusted the lace trim of her gown.
The delicate fabric felt foreign beneath her touch, as if it belonged to someone else, someone whose wedding wasn't on the verge of crumbling.
The murmurs around her grew louder, whispers weaving through the grand hall like an unsettling melody. She tried to ignore them, keeping her eyes fixed on the large wooden doors at the far end of Christ Covenant Cathedral. Any moment from now, Tony would walk through them breathless from rushing, an apologetic smile on his lips. He would take her hands, squeeze them gently and whisper some excuse about last minute nerves.
But as the minutes stretched unbearably long, doubt slithered into her chest with a vice like grip.
From the front row, her mother's sharp gaze pierced through her. It was a warning, a silent command to keep her composure. Layo inhaled deeply, lifting her chin. No matter what was happening, she wouldn't embarrass herself.
Then, at last, the door creaked open. The man of the moment arrived.
Her heart lurched as she turned, relief flooding through her, only to freeze in a place when she saw him.
Tony strolled in at an unhurried pace, quite intentional, as if he weren't arriving disgracefully late to his own wedding. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.
But something was off, there was no urgency in his steps, no remorse in his gaze.
A cold wave of unease swept over Layo, raising the tiny hairs on her arms.
The hall once filled with murmurs, fell into a suffocating silence.
Tony came to a stop few steps away from her, his dark eyes scanning her face, yet offering nothing in return.
Layo swallowed the lump rising in her throat. "You're late", she said, her voice quieter than she intended.
A muscle twitched in Tony's jaw, but his stance didn't shift. Then, with a measured breath, he spoke the words that sent her entire world crashing down.
"I can't do this", he said, with all the nerves he could possibly muster.
Layo blinked. For a second, the words didn't register.
Then a sharp ringing filled her ears, drowning out the collective gasps from the guests. She forced herself to breathe, to move, to react, anything but stand there like a fool.
"What??"
Tony's gaze remained steady, but there was something unnervingly distant about it. He was completely detached.
"I don't want this wedding," he affirmed.
The air in the hall grew unbearably thick.
Layo's stomach twisted violently, nausea creeping up her throat. This had to be a mistake, a moment of panic, he probably wasn't thinking clearly.
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Why?"
His jaw tightened. For a moment, something flickered across his face, but it was gone too fast for her to grasp.
"I just can't," he said simply.
Layo's fingers crossed into fists, her nails pressing painfully into her palms. Heat pricked at her eyes, but she wouldn't cry. Not her, Infront of all these people.
"Tony," her mother's voice sliced through the silence, firm and filled with barely restrained fury. "What nonsense are you saying?? We are in the middle of a wedding and this wedding must
happen oo. You can't disgrace my daughter like
this, please now."
A ripple of tension spread across the hall. Eyes bore into Layo from every direction, waiting, watching, hungry for the spectacle unfolding before them. But, Tony didn't flinch, he didn't shift. He only exhaled and said, "I don't love her."
Something inside Layo cracked, a sharp unbearable pain lodging itself in her chest.
She willed herself to stay rooted, to not crumble under the weight of humiliation tightening around her throat.
Her voice was quiet but firm. "Then why wait until now? Why Tony Ajayi?? To humiliate me?? To make mockery of yourself??"
Tony didn't answer.
The silence between them stretched, suffocating and unrelenting.
Layo's breath slowed, realization finally dawned on her. Whatever was happening, whatever has changed, he sure has made up his mind before this moment. He had planned this moment, he had planned this sting of betrayal threatening to consume her.
She braced up herself, and with calculated steps, she turned away from him. Away from the stares , whispers and unspoken pity dripping from every corner of the hall and from the cameras.
She forced back the tears that were almost dropping out, determined not to cry, not Infront of him and not for the cameras.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"I want a divorce!" Ryan demanded, despite the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex. ~ Serena is no longer the quiet, romantic lady Ryan Winters married and divorced five years ago. Now the CEO of Rocky's Designs, she is bright, unwavering, and unapologetic about her independence-a far cry from the woman Ryan remembers. When fate brings them back into one another's lives, Ryan is forced to confront the truth about their past, their newfound hot chemistry, and a surprising revelation; Serena has a daughter who may be his. But Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, isn't prepared to lose him again. She will do whatever it takes to keep Ryan in her grasp-even if it means destroying Serena's life and the corporate empire she has built. What happens when Serena's now peaceful life is being disrupted? Will Serena lose once again or will she seize this billionaire's heart?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."