A Contract Marriage Our Bodies Love の小説・ストーリー

"I do." "With all this money involved, no normal person would agree to this." "I'm not interested in being normal." I almost laughed, instead, I continued reading. The contract clearly stated the marriage would last exactly one year, and at the end, we would divorce peacefully. No emotional expectations, romantic commitment, and no interference in each other's private lives. The entire thing felt less like a marriage and more like a business merger. I looked up again. "Are you human?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

It was a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation, as every detail was carefully chosen to reflect our unique journey. As the day of our wedding approached, I couldn't help but reflect on the twists and turns that had led us to this moment. Our love had blossomed from a contract marriage, fueled by revenge and desire, into something extraordinary and genuine. It was a reminder that love had the power to transform lives, to heal wounds, and to bring two souls together in a way that defied all logic. And so, as I stood at the altar, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude, I knew that I had found my happily ever after. The vows we exchanged were not just promises, but declarations of a lo

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

The look in his eye is desperate but he retains his composure otherwise. “ A contract marriage?” I shake my head "I can’t . It doesn’t feel right” It goes against everything I have ever believed and held dear. Before now, the idea of falling in love and getting married was so appealing but past experiences ruined that. Deep down, I still feel the longing for love, for a person to call mine, to be loved despite my flaws. So, how can I completely ignore that and get married on contract? The more I think about it, the more I know that it will never work out.

He's confirming exactly what I asked for, a marriage without physical obligations, without the complications of desire. Instead, something stings. Some small, stupid part of me that I thought Brian had killed recoils at his flat dismissal. I have no interest in your body. You’re not my type. Really? Like I'm not even worth considering. Like I'm so far beneath him that the idea is laughable. I force my expression to stay neutral. "Good. Then we understand each other." "We do." He pulls out his own papers, the official contract, marked with notes from our conversation. "I'll have these updated with your conditions. We sign tomorrow. The wedding will be in two weeks."

It was the kind of number that did not solve problems so much as it dissolved them entirely. She wrote: Why does a man with your resources need a contract marriage? Surely you could have a real one if you wanted it. Something moved behind his eyes at the word real. He typed slowly: I do not want a real one. I do not believe in romantic love as a practical foundation for anything. I believe in structure, clarity, and terms that are agreed upon in advance. A contract marriage is more honest than most conventional ones. The parties know exactly what they are entering. There are no false expectations.

It was a document—a legal document that held the power to redefine our relationship. The contract marriage that had once been a mere façade, a means to an end, was now being transformed into a true union of hearts. The terms had been revised, reflecting the depth of our commitment and the undeniable love that bound us together. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Adrian, realizing the significance of this moment. It was a chance for us to reaffirm our love, to solidify our bond in the eyes of the law. The contract marriage that had begun as a business transaction had blossomed into a love story for the ages.

He explained. "More like a contract marriage?" Ashely asked. "Exactly a contract marriage" Alan replied. Ashely chuckled,tears streaming down her face at the thought of being married to a total stranger in other to save her mother's life. "What makes you think I would say yes to your proposal and don't you think it is illegal to find out about someone's life without their permission?" Ashely asked while wiping the tears off her face. "I know you love your mom so much and you wouldn't watch her die when you have the option to save her and yes, it might be illegal to find out about someone without their permission but you caught my interest Ash " He replied in a serene voice.

He asks, “Because if you would, then let’s just forget about it and just let your wolf go berserk and destroy anything that stood in her way.” He was about to stand up and leave but I held on to his arm. I was desperate. If Mikey decided to come tomorrow and my wolf was in the state that she was in. I’m afraid that Mikey would misunderstand that my wolf doesn’t like him. “I’ll listen,” I said softly. “Okay,” DK said as he sat in front of me, “contracted marriage is not like the usual marriage that you know. Yes, they will be married, but it would only be because of the contract that they have agreed on,” DK started to explain once again.

Raven unfolded the papers and showed her the title that read, 'Marriage contract'. "Yes, we don't marry for real. This is just a simple contract between you and I agreeing on the terms that we stay together in my house during the time of the contract and of course, stay like a married couple." She nodded her head in acknowledgement yet a part of her heart skipped when he called THEM a married couple. They stood silently while she went through the clauses of the contract hastily. However she could hardly focus on reading when his dark scrutiny checked her out in a tranquil conscious environment. He gave her goosebumps. He made something throb between her legs!