A Contractual Marriage? Hell No Novels & Stories

“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.”

“But I have one condition.” I crossed my arms, studying him carefully. “Name it.” Brandon set the papers down on the hood of the car and met my gaze, his voice steady. “For the duration of this agreement, we act like a real couple. Publicly and privately.” I frowned. “What, like some fake relationship act?” Brandon’s eyes didn’t waver. “Not just in front of other people. No one else. No dating, no sleeping with other people. Just you and me until this is over.”

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

Eric closed the door, then turned to face his wife. Carina didn't wait to hear his logical explanation. She bet there was a long list of reasons hovering over the tip of his tongue. He was crazy and out of control. The lack of sleep had made him pounce on her and damn the consequences. Now that the cop had poured him a whirlwind of cold water, he'd gone through the idea and decided it wouldn't be in their best interest if they slept together. After all, it's the terms of the contract. After all, this is a business marriage. And after all, this is not real.

He asks as he purses his lips, and a breath of sigh comes out of Jeff's mouth, getting nervous at her question. "Our contract allows us to do things like this, remember, as long as we are together we must not be with anyone else but ourselves, if we go out it has to be together, we can't be making eyes at other people, in my house at girls, and in your case making eyes at other guys," Jeff says in a nervous voice.

"Marriage is sacred, it's not something to be taken lightly." "Are you out of your mind?" he exclaimed. "It's precisely because I'm sane that I'm saying this," she insisted. "No! Our marriage will be purely contractual. There will be a contract to sign later, specifying the duration of our arrangement. If our mission isn't accomplished by the end of the contract term, there will be an option for an extension," he explained. "I refuse," she replied firmly, arms crossed. "I won't entertain the idea of treating marriage as a game. Contract marriages are not acceptable!"

“Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we got married yesterday in a very private ceremony in the presence of our closest friends and family. For a few days, the news of our contract marriage has been floating around every media centre, social media. I want to tell you, there has never been any contract. Our relationship has been real and this marriage proved it. So next time Elijah Rossi accuses us of something I want him to kindly check the facts before announcing it to the world.” Helena remained silent and let her man do the talk. She no longer needed to fight these battles for herself, her husband was there for that. “But this marriage could be contractual too.” Someone asked and Helena stiffened

He can’t believe what he heard- that both Aimie and Mark’s marriage is only based- on a contract. “W...what did you say? It’s a contract marriage?” Angelo said while stuttering. He wanted to make sure that his hearing is correct and not just his imagination making up things. “Yes, you heard it right. We’re married because of a contract,” Mark confirmed. Angelo’s mouth gape wide; when he heard Mark’s confirmation. Angelo can’t help but curse at the ugly human being for not informing him earlier. If Angelo had known earlier- that both are in a contractual relationship; then he wouldn’t stress himself in thinking about the honeymoon that Aimie and Mark still need- to complete. Finally, Angelo c

“You're not the only one having issues at home. So, let’s get married.” “What?” She smacked. “It’s simple. I don’t like you, you probably don’t like me too, so nothing romantic can happen between us, which means a contract marriage is perfect for us.” He answered with a grin.

He placed the document on the table and moved to the other end of the tabel to pull a seat while I opened the file and started to read through it. ‘A Contract Marriage Between Helena Manchester and Dante Roma’ as I read this line, my heart sank deep because I knew that this was the beginning of hell, I was losing my free life for a year. I started reading through the contract and most of the rules were very scary Party B is not allowed to tell anyone of the contract, party B is not allowed to have physical contact like touching or intimacy with party A Party B cannot leave the premises Party B cannot make contact and is not allowed to contact anyone outside the house, not even family members