Novel & Cerita A Contractual Marriage? Hell No

“So, are we signing something like a contract?“ She had heard stuff like those where rich men signed marriage contracts with some poor girls. She chuckled at the thought. Even though Tony was confused by her sudden giggling, he felt a little lost. “To be honest, Mari, I had not thought about a contract. Like, I am going to pay the money because I am willing to do it. And… I want my marriage with you to be real, not bound by a contract. But if you want a contract, it is fine…” Mari was shocked. “Are you trying to say that we are going to have a real marriage?“ She asked. She should have known that those contract things only happened in TV dramas.

I shook my head, "I'd rather have nothing in my bank account and be happy, than be a millionaire and be abused and terrorised by a man." "So what does your contract say?" "Contract? What contract?" "The marriage contract. The one most of us sign that tells us the agreements, silly things like 'will go to social events with me' or some messy shit like that." "We don't have one." "Ok, that's a bit weird. So what are you going to do?" "About what? The wedding? Oh, just not pitch?"

"What? No! You know I don't do that! What if that person has STD or HIV?" "We're going to a high-end bar, Calli. So, no worries, everyone there is either an actor or a son of millionaires and billionaires." "I don’t care! Don't you ever leave me, Ivy! Our friendship is over once you leave me at some guy!" I threatened her. She laughed. "Fine, but at least have some guy kiss you!" she urged. "No!" I strongly disagree.

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.

Hearing the words again made her stomach flip. “Yes. That,” She shook her head. “But you can’t be with me… I— you’re still married.” His expression shuttered slightly, then steadied. “It’s not a real marriage.” She blinked. “Excuse me?!” “It’s contractual,” he looked at ease like he’d been wanting to say it. “We have an arrangement.” The words landed like cold water. “Wha…? How?” Her brows furrowed. “I have so many questions.”

C'mon, I wouldn't want a harder life than one I have lived so far. “I don't see a reason why I need to have a contract marriage with you, sir,” I said politely. “The entire idea is absurd. I have only heard of such marriages in books and I tell you, sir, books are not real life. Wherever you got that idea from…” “I don't need a lecture!” Bruce interrupted. “Even if this would work out between us, it will be consensual. I shall not force you to enter into a contract marriage with me.” “That's good to hear,” I smiled widely.

"You will be in it for the money. See him as a bank and the money he'd give you as a loan. He needs you for his own personal reasons and you need him. You're both using each other Lila, nothing is wrong with that." Lila shook her head at that. "Everything is wrong with it Ema." She said as he sat down on the couch. "I have dreamt of my marriage since I was a little girl. My husband would be madly in love with me and he'd be willing to worship the floor I walked on. And my children? I dreamt of having a lot of them. And some pets, a few dogs and a cat that would be the Queen of our house. A contract marriage is the complete opposite of that dream. Ema, I just can't."

I asked her “No I’m not sir, can I leave now?” she asked me, looking frustrated. “ you can leave,” I said and watched as she left my office. I'll marry her, I have to even if I have to kidnap her mother. I'll do that. I called my lawyer to draft a marriage contract based on my terms and have it delivered tomorrow. I don't have time, Tom would be getting married in less than a week and I have to get married before him.

“I don’t mind.” Naomi stared at him as if he had completely lost his mind. “Are you serious?” “This wouldn’t be a real marriage.” “It’s still a marriage!” Naomi snapped. “A contract.” “It’s still a marriage!” Honestly, Naomi was beginning to think that Cale and Chris were equally infuriating. Was it because they were brothers? “A marriage contract,” Chris corrected firmly. Naomi nearly grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Meanwhile, Chris looked far too relaxed for someone who had just agreed to what was arguably the craziest proposal of his life.

". She asked, not believing. Emma pulled away from the hug and gave her friend a worrisome look. "It's a contract marriage, Genna. We signed a contract. His Lawyers were there to seal the contract. We had an agreement. It's not a love marriage. So please, don't get over-excited about it. He doesn't love me". She chewed her words. Not understanding what she was saying. "Whatever, all the same. You get to see him daily. You get to kiss him. You get to touch him and you get to fuck him, fuck!!! ". Genna's cussing was coming out loudly, and Emma was becoming pissed.