A Contractual Marriage? Hell No Novels & Stories

“Being cozy with her in front of me. We’re supposed to be married.” His expression didn’t change. “We are married.” “You know what I mean. The contract doesn’t make us… all the things. But it does say we don’t date other people. We don’t sleep with other people.” He blinked, very slowly. “I know what the contract says.” He said.

He picked up a black leather folder before returning to Hellena and handing it to her without ceremony. “Read it.” Hellena accepted the folder with trembling fingers. The moment she opened it, her eyes quickly scanned the official document titled: Contract Marriage Agreement. The terms were written with rigid precision: • The marriage will last for one year only. • No physical contact of any kind is permitted. • Emotional attachment or personal feelings are strictly prohibited. • Neither party may interfere in the other's private affairs. • The marriage must remain completely confidential from the public and workplace. • Both parties will live under the same roof but occupy separate bedrooms

she quickly added CONTRACT MARRIAGE TERMS & CONDITION 1. Residence: After the marriage ceremony, Party A and Party B shall reside together in a separate bedroom in their respective residences. They shall not share a bedroom or engage in any romantic or intimate activities. 2. Financial Arrangements: Party A and Party B shall maintain separate bank accounts, financial assets, and debts. They shall not combine their finances or make any financial decisions on behalf of the other party without prior written consent. 3. Social Activities: Party A and Party B shall attend social events together and separately with their respective friends and family members. They shall only represent themselves a

This is a new beginning for you and your husband" She said, playing with my chin, while I only fake a smile. What did Mira know? She had no idea that my marriage was a loveless arrangement, a contract that explicitly excluded pregnancy. And now, I was carrying a child, violating the terms of our agreement. I had no idea what the consequences of breaking the contract would be, but I knew they wouldn't be good. My mind raced with fear and uncertainty, wondering what lay ahead.

“My parents cannot know about this. This whole fake marriage thing needs to be kept from them.” “Don’t sweat it. Nobody can know about this agreement. It’s supposed to be between just the two of us.” His voice deepened with an undertone of threat, fueling my irritation. “And second thing, this won’t all be a fake marriage. We are having a very real wedding.” He added.

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

But he also knows that I am a man of my word, and once I’ve decided, there’s no turning back. I read the clauses. 1. No right to touch each other. 2. No sharing of bed. 3. No emotional attachment or sexual relationship. 4. No interference in each other’s life. I scoff as I read through the contract. It’s clear that Grace wants nothing to do with me beyond the terms of our agreement. Well, that’s fine by me. I have no intention of getting emotionally involved, either. This marriage is simply a means to an end, a way to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?

and I was expecting that to happen so I just smile I noticed he was surprised with my reactions so I told him I want it that way!... "How about a contract marriage?" I suggest he reluctantly agreed and I list down my conditions this relationship between us would end up by me I will get to decide how long we would have to pretend for this fake marriage... I insisted not to register this but he said we should because his father was scrutinize about every little details and we would instantly got caught if we made a simple mistake so I agreed. He said he just wants me to behave and never be seen with other guy as it would ruined our marriage that was a talk of the town!... I clearly get his mea

“Punctuality is the first requirement of this arrangement.” My pulse hammered against my throat. “I’m sorry,” I said, keeping my eyes down. Isabella would apologize. Grace would have argued. “Save your apologies. Results are the only currency I accept.” He walked to the massive mahogany desk and tapped a stack of documents. “Sit.” I obeyed. The leather chair was too big, making me feel like a child being called to the principal’s office. “This is a contract marriage,” he stated, his eyes locking onto mine. They were dark, intelligent, and completely void of warmth. “It lasts as long as I require it to. There will be no romance. No expectations. And absolutely no children.”