A Contractual Couple Again Novels & Stories

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

she muttered under her breath, rolling her suitcase out of the room into the hall. Jason grabbed her hand, halting her. "Please, it doesn't have to be this way. Let's talk this out, huh? Didn't you say couples are supposed to talk things out?" "Our relationship is simply a contractual agreement. So don't act like we are anything real. A contractual couple that's what we are!" She snapped and jerked her hand free from his grasp. "Bold of you to even think you deserve to be treated like a human talk more of a partner."

I twitched at the touch. Dante smiled and continued, “Mr. Johnson has been out of state for the past three days, so that's why you didn't get to sign your contract yet. But now he's back, and he's here to process the contract deal. So you'll be signing your contract right away.” Dante was smiling suspiciously as he spoke. I almost felt like something dangerous was centered around this whole discussion. But I couldn’t say anything. I could only swallow hard. After all, I was the one who agreed to the deal—to sign the seven-day contract with him. And if I successfully lived with him for seven days without turning gay, then I’d get to leave this house with whatever amount I wanted.

"It’s nothing like that. Even though I'm dead crazy about you, and I'll make sure you'll get fucked when you get home because of the fucking days that I won’t be able to take you, I was even more worried when you didn't call or text earlier. Other than that, you’re not answering my calls. I was already planning to go there with Aries if he had not told me the next flight there would be on Friday.” Is that how worried he was? Wow, I didn’t know he could feel that way towards me. Yes, we fuck, and I am his wife, but I can’t set aside the truth that we are in a contractual marriage. "I'm sorry again,” I apologize. “I promise to make it up to you when I come back. I will let you fuck me endlessl

He nodded slowly. “Contract marriage,” I corrected him. And we laughed together. It was a rare moment. Laughing together. The world I live in is dark. The things in normal life are special to us or atleast to me. I never told anyone. Or maybe I never will. But I liked these ordinary moments. Irene's POV: ‘5 am, at KC productions at 7 th floor. Your contract will be ready for you to sign.’ was the text that made a very strange tingling in my stomach.

Confidential Contractual Agreement Between: Frederick Xavier Blackwell (hereafter “The Benefactor”) And: Dr. Amelia Seraphine Hart (hereafter “The Counterparty”) Effective Date: November 17, 2030 Contract Code: BWE-HART/01A Clause 1: Purpose of Agreement This contract is entered into by both parties in mutual understanding and full consent, outlining the nature, boundaries, and expectations of a legally binding yet strategically motivated marital union. Clause 2: Public Representation

"We stopped doing that approximately four months ago, we've kissed in public and other things…we aren't honoring the contract again, it's useless” “Speak to your friend, she should schedule when we come to break the contract” “Why?” Ava blinked, scared “Because we got married for real and what we would have in place of the contract being gone is a court wedding.”he stated and somehow, Ava thought about Adrain because they had a court wedding initially. “All these because you want us to share a room?”Ava asked “Yes, Real couples don't sleep in separate rooms”he added She closed the wardrobe. "Which room would we even use?"

Doreen asked as served the food on the table. “I have, I have kept important things too,” I lowered my gaze. “Then why are you angry?” Doreen sat by my side, “It's okay to keep things, couples don't have to tell each other everything.” “Maybe he didn't see the need to tell you yet or maybe he didn't tell you because the contract hasn't been destroyed,” I met Daphne's gaze when I didn't understand what she had just said. “What contract?” “I mean you two started out on a contract marriage but the contract was never torn and you both didn't get married again,” I nodded my head when I finally understood what Daphne was trying to say.

“And I can admit I overreacted.” “You did,” I teased. He groaned. “Don’t make me regret apologizing.” I laughed and kissed him, slow, grounding, grateful. When I pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “We’re really doing this,” he murmured. “The couple thing. The real way.” “I know,” I whispered. “It feels… steady.” “It feels right.” We looked at the contract again later, together this time. And yes, 14B needed tweaking. But so did I.

"Yes, Ran. So now, the marriage status between Arianna and me is normal, like any regular married couple. There are no more binding agreements or contract terms or separation deadlines like we made and agreed upon before." Randy nodded in understanding. He began to outline the key points in this issue. "Okay. It means one problem is clear, essentially, you are no longer a contract couple but a normal couple like everyone else. Now, try to remember, who else knows about this secret?" After a few seconds, Samuel seemed to be thinking, and shortly after, he gave an answer. "Only me, Axton, Arianna, and the notary." "Chacha also knows," Arianna interjected, diverting the attention of Randy and S