Novel & Cerita A Contract Marriage Our Bodies Love

★★★ “You asked me to marry you even though you already have a girlfriend. Is this some kind of plan you plotted against me? Is there a risk that you perceive will fall on your lover, which is why you chose me to slaughter as a pig?" Monica yelled at William as the bedroom door closed behind her. She couldn't let go of the fact that he already had a girlfriend, but he requested a one-year contractual marriage with her. This could hardly be for insignificant reasons.

I stared at the handsome and cold-hearted man standing before me with a contract in his hand “As you're signing this contract you should bear in mind that this marriage is just for the benefit of our families, my parents will help revive your father's company while you marry me till I become the CEO of my father's company. This marriage is strictly transactional so don't expect any husband duties from me, and lastly” he smirked and took two steps closer, standing few meters away from me with his hands tucked in his pocket “I have my rules” He blurted out with his eyes fixed on me, is he trying to intimidate me?

I did not realize when I read the entire message. --- Jackie, I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you probably rolled your eyes the second you saw my name in your inbox. But please, just read this to the end. That’s all I’m asking. Tomorrow, our marriage contract ends. Just fourteen days, that’s all it was supposed to be. But somehow, somewhere along the way, you became the one thing I can’t imagine my life without. You became my home.

“You’re making it complicated when you don’t have to be.” “Our marriage is a contract,” I said. “It doesn’t involve sex.” “That contract was a formality.” His thumb brushed across my cheek. “This—” He pressed his hand over my heart, right where the mate bond sat beneath my skin. “This is beyond any contract, and you know it as well as I do.”

I cry, hitting my hand against the door frame. "Why won't you just stop trying to make me do that?" he answers. "Do you forget this is a contract marriage? Do you forget that feelings aren't supposed to be a part of this?" "That's just crazy, Demetrius!" I yell. "I know, but that's just crazy! Who the fuck gets married without any feelings attached? Who gets married without love?" I cry, my voice almost high pitched. "We did." I pause, my head down and my eyes tired. What have I gotten myself into? I fold over and rest against the door frame, wondering what choice I made in doing this, agreeing to this contract that has turned my life into some foolish seductive game.

"You and I know our marriage started as a contract, but somewhere along the way, it became more. We've built something real, something that goes beyond the terms of an agreement." I nod, appreciating the depth of his words. "You're right. Love found its way into our hearts, even when we didn't expect it. It's what kept us together through all the challenges." "So, I want us to get married for real on the basis of our love and not just for any reason like a contract. So, I feel like we don't need a contract to define our commitment. Let's focus on our shared dreams, laughter, and the genuine connection we have now." His words resonate, dispelling the lingering unease that had settled within m

as he likes to call them as a wife is not allowed” “that’s absurd….what if you’re in love with her? I ask “I don’t fall in love miss evans” he answers his tone sharp I nod “so I marry you for one year…and in exchange you’ll help pay for my sisters treatment? “yes” he nods “okay I take a deep breath “what is expected of me if i’m to marry you” I ask wanting to know what i’m getting myself into “you’ll live with me in my house for the duration of the marriage…we’ll try to show up as a loving couple to the public…you’ll meet my family, the rest of the stipulations will be stated in a contract you’ll sign before the day of the wedding” he explains

Just as I thought he's lost for an answer, he spoke, "I think at some points we are similar, although I admit I did not reckon the same about you at our first meet, my opinion gradually changed... After seeing you, I personally feel that our personalities don't clash, and that so-called tale of true love does not exist." "Besides, it's a contract marriage, you'll have no worries to be a proper wife until we're in public, in private__ well, we both are adults and know our needs and limits. Once the contract is over, we'll be on our separate ways, which I believe you won't mind__ Your liberty...." His clear response erased my doubts...

He turned back to me and his eyes showed he dropped our little banter we had like two second’s ago. “That’s not going to work today darling. We will discuss it tonight and you will come to a conclusion before you leave this room.” I pout as I give my mum the same puppy eye look, she was always resistant to it, but it’s worth a try? To answer my question, no she’s still resistant to it. She turned to me with a look that said just try it out. Try what out? “I always believed marriage is a sacred thing, you get married to someone you love, just like you do mum and dad.” I take another breath and carry on “I don’t want to marry someone who I don’t love and then live miserably for the rest of my

The pain that I was experiencing in my chest was as excruciating as a heart attack and it took everything in me to keep it off my face. It wouldn't do me any good for him to see my pain, is not going to change his mind. Damien is not a man moved by his emotions and the only thing I will get for my effort is pity. And I hate that. Damien and I only got married because our fathers willed it. As young boys Damien's father and mine were best of friends. Their friendship was so tight that they made a part that if they have kids of different sex they have them marry each further fostering their friendship and family closeness.