A Contractual Couple Again Novels & Stories

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.

Finally, they both loosened up towards each other and they began to converse with each other. "Can you please pass the onions?" Tristan asked and she did exactly as he said. "So tell me. Where would you like us to go for our honeymoon?" Tristan asked her and she chuckled. "A honeymoon?" she asked him and he nodded his head. "Yes, a honeymoon Jasmine. Does that sound strange to you? That's what newlywed couples do right?" he said. "Yes, but I just didn't think that we will be having a honeymoon giving the circumstances surrounding our marriage, it's just a contract marriage," Jasmine stated and the whole place was quiet for a while.

"What? It doesn't mean you really wanted me. You should be with Rose, not me. But you saw me as an easy way out. Is it true that you have a short life to live?" He frowned but said nothing. It must be true then. "You can die on me but not on Rose?" "I... have no excuse for that. We entered into a contract marriage, nothing more, remember?" "Of course, I never forgot. All I needed to do was pretend we were in love so you could get the company, and once you did? You forgot about me. I really didn’t matter anymore." "But you matter now." I was silent. I needed to get it right this time, not just get excited by the words he was saying.

“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?

Mark tried to retort while he began to sit uprightly; since he felt that the pain in his lower body had subsided a little. “For your information, it says in the contract that we should act as a married couple in public. It didn’t say that we should also act like we are a loving couple in private. Read that d*mn contract properly, you pervert.” Angelo then started to throw the neck pillow in Mark’s direction but, he was unsuccessful in hitting the bastard right on the face. “But we can try living peacefully together,” Mark smirked when he had caught the pillow that Angelo had thrown towards him.

he muttered turning back to me, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, “Don’t blame me, how did you expect me to leave her with peace of mind just like that,” I replied. He chuckled as he gently reached out and wrapped his hands around my shoulder pulling me closer into him. “That’s fine, so would you still go out?!” He asked, I slowly looked up at him and nodded slowly. “I should once I’m done eating,” he muttered slowly and slowly placed a kiss on my forehead, “When all of this is done, let’s get married again, for real this time, no contracts,” he said, I slowly looked up at him and my lips stretched into a genuine smile, I caressed his jaw and slowly pulled him in for a kiss,

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Hey! Don’t get cocky!” “That’s all that’s been missing between us as husband and wife. So, can we do it again sometime?” She bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it—she had enjoyed it. But… “I’m your husband, and technically, I could just take care of myself again if you refuse—even though the contract says we should act like a real married couple.” His expression fell again, and her heart ached. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who made you sign that contract, after all. So, fine. Yes, we can do it again.”

This time, I accepted it without hesitation. “And we signed a contract! I want to move on, but how can I when we’re still supposed to be together? When we still have to see each other every day?” The contract is valid for seven years. One of its clauses required us to stay together as a love team turned “real couple” for that duration to maintain the fantasy for our fans. It brought enormous profit to the company, so the rule was strictly enforced. We both benefited from it, so we agreed to continue.