A Contract Marriage With My Boss Novels & Stories

Who the hell was this man? What kind of person orchestrates marriages like business mergers? “Tell your boss I’m not a toy,” I snapped, pushing the envelope back into the man’s chest. He didn’t react. “You’ll be there,” he said calmly. “One way or another.” And then they were gone. I shut the door. Locked it. My hands were shaking. A marriage contract. Two hundred and fifty grand. A stranger who didn’t even say goodbye now wanted to own my next twelve months?

But this guy seemed different and also my situation made me bolder. "Oh no. I mean, we were here to register the marriage of my boss. And it's not as you think. It's a bit personal. He needed a contractual wife for a year, for his reasons. And the perfect girl I found for him, who agreed to come here was met with an accident. we only came to know about the news now. " Why does he say all these things to me, I thought? "Oh, I feel sad about that girl. But you can find another girl and marry her later right. it's not like she was his girlfriend."

Emily said. The boss laughed. "Do you think that matters to me? I have more power than you could ever imagine." Suddenly, the boss's demeanor changed. He stood up and walked over to Emily, getting uncomfortably close. "I know about your little marriage contract," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "And I know that you're not really in love. But maybe I can change that." Emily and Ethan knew that they were in trouble. They tried to back away, but the boss's men were blocking the door.

“The marriage.” “I’ll prepare a contract when I am back then. Is that the only reason you called?” “Yeah… um, will I get paid immediately for it?” I really need to clear my debt as soon as possible and also maybe hire a lawyer who would know how to help me get my money back. Getting married to my boss couldn’t be that bad, could it? “What happened, Minnie Mo use?” he asks in a dangerously low voice. “Are you in trouble?”

I still couldn't stop laughing. Didn't crazy things like this only happen in books and movies? "Yes." He nodded. "If the thought of being married to me terrifies you, I assure you that it shouldn't. I'm not the one you'll be getting married to but my boss." He adjusted his tie and then cleared his throat before continuing. "It's only a short contract of two years after which you can both go your separate ways." "Who is this 'boss' of yours?" I didn't read anything on these papers but I looked out for pictures of who his boss might be but the only picture I could find, was mine.

She snatched the file and read through it, her mind raced with the implications of the offer, it sounded too good to be true. "What!!" She exclaimed, looked at him, then scoffed. "Is this some kind of joke?" She questioned, staring deep into his eyes. His expression doesn't change but remains still and serious. "So you expect me to randomly marry your boss who I haven't even laid my eyes on? What kind of contract is this?" She demanded, trying to keep a steady voice. "It's a marriage contract, Miss Jennifer." He replied, his expression neutral. Jennifer stared at the contract again. She just had to agree to the contract marriage and bear the Mrs, simply just portraying to be his Wife. Someth

I smiled at him to lighten up the mood. “To be honest, my boss and I had a contract. I just had to marry him and give him a child, for her dying mother,” I said. “It was all because of the benefits that we are going to share once the contract is done.”

I said casually, settling across from him at the island. “She told me.” “And you’re allowing it?” “This is a contract marriage, Venus. Not bondage. You can go wherever the hell you want.” Ah. There it was. A reminder that whatever we had was just physical. Just obligation. “But it’s a problem when I work for Dorian?” I didn’t know where that came from—and I regretted it the second it slipped out. “You’re capable of making your own choices, Venus. If working for Dorian is it for you, then by all means.”

More than twenty minutes later, Butler Beck came out of the study, holding a contract in his hand, and placed it on the table. “Lady Ella! I think you are a smart person, the contract clearly states that the young master's assets during the two years of marriage can be used at will, you can also use the young master's money to invest in business, when the contract expires, the profits from the investment and business will all belong to you, the young master will not touch and..." Butler Beck carefully read through all the terms of the contract, but one condition in the contract made the butler nervously look at Eugu with hesitation.