The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract

The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract

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He needed a wife to save his empire. I needed the money to save my future. Our marriage was supposed to be pure business... until our practiced kisses started feeling painfully real. ----------- As a wedding planner, I, Elena Torres, know a fake smile from a mile away. I just never thought I'd be wearing one in my own wedding photos. When reclusive billionaire Alexander Thorne offers me two million dollars to be his contract bride for one year, it's a simple deal: I play the perfect, doting wife to secure his merger, and I walk away with a fortune. The rules are clear: No real feelings. No messy attachments. Just cold, hard cash and a stunning diamond ring for the cameras. But the moment he pulls me close for our first "practice" kiss, a shocking spark ignites between us. His protective arm around me stops being an act, and the warmth in his storm-gray eyes looks terrifyingly genuine. Now, I'm falling for my own fake husband. And with paparazzi hunting our every move and his powerful family waiting for me to slip up, this marriage of convenience is becoming dangerously inconvenient for my heart. Can a love built on a lie ever become real? Or will our billion-dollar deal end in the most expensive heartbreak of all? A full-length, steamy billionaire romance featuring a marriage of convenience, fake dating, forced proximity, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

Chapter 1 The pitch

The most important smile of Elena Torres's career was the one she didn't use.

She saved it, letting it warm her from the inside as the last slide of her presentation faded to black. The custom-designed proposal books lay unopened on the immaculate glass conference table, but that was expected. The Thornes were not people who needed pretty pictures. They were people who bought the artists.

"In summary," Elena said, her voice cutting the sterile air of the boardroom with practiced calm, "what the Thorne-Greenway merger requires is not a wedding. It is a strategic campaign for public sentiment. My firm specializes in crafting that narrative."

She tapped her tablet, and the lights rose incrementally, revealing her audience. Three lawyers. Two stone-faced public relations executives. And him.

Alexander Thorne sat at the head of the table like a king holding court over a particularly tedious province. He hadn't moved during her twenty-minute presentation. His attention, when he deigned to grant it, felt less like an appraisal and more like an audit. He was younger than she'd expected from the financial press clippings-maybe early thirties-but age hadn't softened him. It had honed him. His suit was a dark, expensive charcoal, and it wore him like armor.

"The timeline," she continued, gesturing to the screen behind her, "is aggressive but achievable. A six-month engagement narrative, culminating in a ceremony at the Grand Lyric. Every detail, from the leaked floral choices to the exclusive bridal gown fitting, will be curated to signal stability, tradition, and... joyous union." She allowed a professional, closed-lipped smile. "Perception moves markets. We aim to make this perception priceless."

One of the lawyers, a man with a voice like rustling legal briefs, cleared his throat. "The NDAs for all vendors..."

"Are standard in my top-tier package," Elena finished, her tone respectful but firm. "As is the vetting of all staff and the security protocol for digital leaks. Your privacy is the foundation of the illusion."

She fielded two more logistical questions about permits and insurance, her answers crisp and automatic. Her mind, however, was fixed on the silent figure at the head of the table. She was used to nervous fathers-of-the-bride and overefficient wedding planners. Alexander Thorne was a different species. He was a glacier, and she was trying to sell him fire.

Finally, as the PR team began discussing hashtag strategies, he moved. A single, deliberate shift of his hand, dismissing their chatter into silence.

The room stilled.

His eyes, a cool, arctic gray, lifted from the polished table and pinned her in place. "Ms. Torres."

"Mr. Thorne."

"Your portfolio is extensive. Your references, flawless." He spoke quietly, but each word carried. "Tell me, in all these productions you've engineered... what percentage of the couples you make look in love are actually in it?"

The question landed like a shard of ice in the warm room. It wasn't about logistics. It was a philosophical strike at the very heart of her profession. The lawyers looked down. The PR executives froze.

Elena felt the challenge like a physical touch. This was the real test. She met his gaze, refusing to blink, refusing to show the flicker of personal injury the question sparked. He's not asking about them, she realized. He's assessing my capacity for cynicism.

She tilted her head, a calculated gesture of consideration. "My primary metric, Mr. Thorne, isn't authenticity. It's believability. I deal in objective reality: photographs, press coverage, social media sentiment analysis. The subjective truth of a relationship..." She paused, choosing her next words as the final, crucial piece of her pitch. "...is a private matter. My job is to ensure the public never feels the need to question it."

For a long, suspended moment, he said nothing. His expression was unreadable, a mask carved from marble. Then, he gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. Not of approval, but of acknowledgment. He had thrown a spear, and she had not flinched.

"Thank you, Ms. Torres. We'll be in touch."

The dismissal was clear. The meeting was over.

Elena packed her sleek leather portfolio with steady hands, her movements precise. She exchanged polite goodbyes with the others, her professional mask firmly in place. It wasn't until she was alone in the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting a woman who looked perfectly composed, that she let out a slow, controlled breath. Her knuckles, she noticed, were white where she'd gripped her tablet case.

She had been good. She had been perfect. And she had no idea if it was enough.

As she stepped into the bustling Manhattan lobby, her phone vibrated. An unknown number with a 212 area code. She answered, her heart doing a strange, unfamiliar stutter against her ribs.

"Ms. Torres? Clara Reed, Mr. Thorne's executive assistant. He was impressed with your... pragmatic approach."

Elena's grip tightened on the phone. "Thank you."

"He requests you return tomorrow morning at nine. To discuss a discrete expansion of the proposal's scope. He'll see you alone."

The line went dead.

Elena stood motionless amidst the flow of pedestrians. Discrete expansion. The words hung in the air, heavy and opaque. This wasn't about planning a wedding anymore.

A cold, thrilling realization dawned on her. It was about being offered a role in one.

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The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract
1

Chapter 1 The pitch

28/12/2025

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Chapter 2 A Business Proposition

29/12/2025

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Chapter 3 Terms & Conditions

29/12/2025

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Chapter 4 Caught on Camera

29/12/2025

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Chapter 5 The Man Behind the Mask

29/12/2025

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Chapter 6 Lesson One

29/12/2025

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Chapter 7 Meeting the Family

29/12/2025

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Chapter 8 The Gala

29/12/2025

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Chapter 9 Lines Blur

29/12/2025

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Chapter 10 Casual Touch

29/12/2025

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Chapter 11 Shared Secrets

29/12/2025

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Chapter 12 The Morning After

04/01/2026

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Chapter 13 The First Ripple

05/01/2026

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Chapter 14 The Benefit

06/01/2026

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Chapter 15 The Choice

06/01/2026

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Chapter 16 The War Room

06/01/2026

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Chapter 17 The Only Truth

06/01/2026

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Chapter 18 The Boardroom

06/01/2026

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Chapter 19 The Aftermath

06/01/2026

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Chapter 20 The Foundation Gala

06/01/2026

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Chapter 21 The Compromise

06/01/2026

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Chapter 22 Personal Warfare

06/01/2026

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Chapter 23 The Invitation

06/01/2026

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Chapter 24 The Arrival

06/01/2026

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Chapter 25 The Pressure

06/01/2026

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Chapter 26 The Breaking Point

06/01/2026

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Chapter 27 The Reckoning

06/01/2026

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Chapter 28 The Home Front

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Chapter 29 The Siege

06/01/2026

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Chapter 30 The Counterstrike

06/01/2026

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Chapter 31 The Verdict

06/01/2026

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Chapter 32 The Foundation

06/01/2026

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Chapter 33 The Promise

06/01/2026

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Chapter 34 The Launch

06/01/2026

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Chapter 35 The Gala

06/01/2026

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Chapter 36 The Dinner

06/01/2026

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Chapter 37 The Leak

06/01/2026

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Chapter 38 The Fathers

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Chapter 39 The Shift

06/01/2026

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Chapter 40 The Quiet Before

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