A Contractual Marriage? Hell No Romane & Geschichten

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

The words hung in the air like a grenade with a removed pin. I stared at him. "What?" "Three days," he repeated, as if I was simple. "We'll be married." "No." The refusal came out immediately. "No, absolutely not. The contract is enough, why on earth do we need to do a stupid- "The contract you signed includes a wedding," he cut me off calmly, picking his pen back up. "Having a legal marriage doesn't preclude an actual ceremony. In fact, I insist on one." "You insist?" I laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "You don't get to insist anything with me. I'm not some possession you can just… just decree into existence. I didn't agree to a wedding, I agreed to a contract."

“Once I find my fated mate, this… contract will be dissolved. You'll be free to go anywhere and marry anyone you choose. No strings attached. You will not lose anything.” Despite my anger and apprehension, I couldn't shake the nagging realization that Noel’s offer was the best. But the thought of marrying him filled me with dread. The idea of entering into a contractual marriage with him felt like a compromise of my autonomy and independence. Moreover, the notion that our relationship would be terminated once he found his true mate made me uneasy. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t appreciate the idea. It was a reminder that our union was nothing more than a transactional arrangement, devoid of

Just existing in the same space while people lived their normal Saturday lives around us. "This is weird, right?" I said finally. "What?" "This. Us. We're supposed to be in a fake marriage but we're sitting in the park eating apples and having actual conversations. That's not in the contract." "Fuck the contract." I looked at him. "What?" "The contract. Fuck it. It's a piece of paper. It doesn't mean anything." "It literally defines our entire marriage." "No. It defines the business arrangement. It doesn't define this." He gestured between us. "Whatever this is."

Just as I thought he's lost for an answer, he spoke, "I think at some points we are similar, although I admit I did not reckon the same about you at our first meet, my opinion gradually changed... After seeing you, I personally feel that our personalities don't clash, and that so-called tale of true love does not exist." "Besides, it's a contract marriage, you'll have no worries to be a proper wife until we're in public, in private__ well, we both are adults and know our needs and limits. Once the contract is over, we'll be on our separate ways, which I believe you won't mind__ Your liberty...." His clear response erased my doubts...

the man asked, and she nodded. "This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love.

“Did you think for a second how I would feel when I found out?” There was a pause before his reply. “In our contract, was it ever specified that I be faithful?” His words stumped me. “W-What?” He waved his hand over his head as he explained. “We are not real mates and did not marry for love. It was a contract. A business transaction. You cannot tell me that you suddenly feel hurt by the fact that I slept with another woman.” My eyes fell to my feet. The contract marriage was more of a grace to me than anything.

Damn it to hell for making me feel things I shouldn’t feel after what he did to me. He went on, pulling my attention back to him. “But unfortunately for us both, it has been decided. This marriage needs to happen, so I propose a contract. It will only stand for one year. We fulfill our duties, and after that, we both go our separate ways.” The way he said it, like I was something to just be tossed aside after being used, like I was an inconvenience to be tolerated for twelve months made something snap inside me. Before I realized it, the word left my mouth. “No.”

I go over to him and hold his hand, then I touch his face, “I want you Sir, I really do but I hate the fact that you belong to someone else. You get to go back home to your wife and family while I am here longing for you. I can’t bear the thought of you being with another woman” I murmured. “I swear to you that she means nothing to me, it was just a contract marriage that was prepared between our families, she doesn’t mean anything to me” he breathes out those lies. I almost chocked on my words with how easily he let that slip out of his mouth. A contract marriage! A contract marriage is only possible between two people who barely know each other and something to offer to each other’s benefi