A Contractual Marriage? Hell No 소설 & 이야기

I wouldn’t have been surprised if his next statement was about it. “Why would you? It’s normal for married couples to cuddle with each other.” He shrugged, and I scowled. “We’re not a normal married couple. We’re a contractually married couple. Contractual, Raphael. And in our contract, there is no sexual intimacy, remember? It’s a rule already set in stone.” How many times was I going to remind him about that? Did he have a bad memory, or was he deliberately ignoring that important detail of our lives?

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

he said, glancing around, “was part of a larger agreement. One your ex-husband didn’t fully explain to you.” My stomach tightened. “What agreement?” He turned to face me fully now, his expression unreadable. “A contract marriage,” he said simply. “One that didn’t end when you signed those papers this morning.” The room seemed to tilt. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “My marriage is over.” “Your marriage to him is,” Mr. Ford corrected. “But not the contract attached to it.” I laughed—short, sharp, disbelieving. “You’re saying I’m still married?”

“What deal?” “We'll tie the knot for the sake of our fathers, but after marriage, we'll have no claims on each other. Our lives will be ours to live as we please. Let's commit to a three-month marriage contract, and once that's done, we part ways. This way, we can put an end to our fathers' relentless push for us to marry.” She proposes, raising my anger. “Shut up. Marriage might be a joke to you, Miss Grace, but not to me. Find someone else to sign this deal with." Her expression turns to a frown as I reject her offer.

“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.

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

"Commitments are short lived. Sure, people mean it when they confess love and devotion, but time erodes all the good stuff and leaves the bad. Do you personally know anyone who is happily married?" She parted her lips, then lapsed into silence. "Besides my parents? I guess not. But that doesn't mean there aren't any happy couples." "Maybe." his tone contradicted his partial agreement. "I guess there are alot of issues we don't agree on," she said, and shifted in her seat then crossed her legs. "We will need some time together to see if this will work." "We have no time, the wedding has to take place by the end of next week. It doesn't matter if we get along. This is strictly a business arran

I asked, serious. “You’re getting married.” “What?” I snapped. “Yes. You’re marrying Chairman Mark Chris’s daughter today.” “And what if I don’t want to get married?” “It’s the Godfather’s order—you can’t disobey. Chairman Mark Chris’s support is crucial for our group. Our company in France needs his funding,” Alex said with a cruel smile. He was definitely enjoying my situation. “Okay then. I will get married, and after Chairman Mark funds our company, I will get divorced from his daughter,” I laughed, but my laughter died when Alex opened his mouth. “It’s a contract marriage. You can’t divorce your wife for three years.”