A Contractual Couple Again Novels & Stories

He's now Emily and James's son. Apparently, they grew a liking toward him. "You see my mom and dad got married by contract." Aria advertised with a smile on her face. Charlotte nodded. "Yep. I've definitely heard that before." Aria chuckled. "I know, but now I'm happy that their marriage is real. At first, the contract thing confused me, you know? Especially after learning that contracts expire. I can't believe I get to watch." She beamed, then looked at her parents' happy faces.

I knew he had made jests about us having sex before I had signed the contract but even at that, I thought it would be somehow different. “ Great, I love this” his finger ran through a hanger of red lingerie, and another with gold and black lingerie. I let out a puff, trying to hide my frustration while my husband kept beaming. “Bonding Nortia, we are bonding” he repeated to me, making me roll my eyes. “ We are indeed” I mocked as I turned to the girl who I assumed would be the sale rep as she pointed toward the dressing room for me. “ When you are done making your choice, you can have it packed up,”

"If you had someone steady in your life, we would work out the situation. But strangers are too dangerous. I can guarantee Valerie can keep a secret. She smiled. His heart stopped, paused and then went on beating. Fascinated, he waited for her next words. "No way baby," He fought for concentration ad her refusal slipped from that sexy mouth. "Pardon" "No sex for me, then no sex for you too. I don't care if Diana is a stripper or the love of your life, if am having no fun neither will you. Alex completely defeated and in no mood to argue with her agreed. She looked at him and spoke in a business manner, "I know the contract does not state our new agreement. Do you give me your word that you w

In the evening, Exhausted but relieved, Grace and I enter the room, both aware that this will be our last night of the contract marriage. There’s a mixture of emotions swirling within me—relief from the false accusations and sadness that our paths will soon diverge. “So, tomorrow our paths will be separated,” I remark, breaking the silence. She looks at me, a playful glint in her eyes. “Well, Mr. Grey, since it’s our last night as a married couple, why don’t we make it memorable?”

"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.

- All right," he said with a sigh. - I thought maybe you'd come to some conclusion that way. Let's do it your way, then. - Are you really okay with this? - I wanted to know. - Honestly no, but I can't force you to help me, so let's wait and see what happens now. I nodded, smiling. - Let's go," I agreed. By the time we took the elevator back to the doctor's office I was breaking into a cold sweat. - Calm down - Anthony asked. - Didn't I tell you that women hardly ever get pregnant on the first try? - Yes, but there's still a chance and since I'm unlucky it might just happen, it's not your fault, I accepted it and... - Just calm down OK? - Anthony asked interrupting me. - We haven't signed any

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

This might ruin his reputation to the public if they will know about this also this is just a contract marriage, no need to say it in public. Third, we will live in the same roof but not in the same room. I almost got choke by my own saliva when I read the number 3. I really thought we're living in the same roof and the same room. Fourth, we will act like a real couple infront of my family. I sighed as I continue reading his conditions. Fifth, if I need to kiss you, you should let me. It is if only need. My forehead furrowed on number five. Oh well, maybe this won't happen. Maybe his family will not gonna force us to kiss infront of them.

“It’s all I ever wanted. It’s just…I have no one to share the happiness with. I would tell such big news to my dad but…you know.” I had the strongest urge to embrace her. I would if I didn’t think I would get kicked in the balls. Instead, I sat at the edge of the seat, keeping the distance she wanted. “You can celebrate with me.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t want your pity.” “It’s not…” Forget it. Why did it even matter? I was going to say it’s only right for a married couple to share their happiness with each other but that wasn’t the case for us. We were a contract couple. Our relationship didn’t work like that of a normal couple.

I opened it slowly like it might explode. I moved and sat on the bed, opening the folder slowly and what I saw… broke me. It was a contract. A damn contract. I read the heading: Private Agreement Between Jessica Hargrave and Ava Collins – Confidential. What. The. Hell? What the fucking HELL? We had a contract marriage at first and that was the only thing I knew. We were forced to marry and her family was paid a large amount of money to save her family business but this? She made a separate one with Jessica?