A Contractual Marriage? Hell No Novels & Stories

“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.

"I know the contract doesn't specify our new agreement. Will you promise me you will abide by the new terms?" "I can draft a revision." "No need. Do you promise?" Her figure was full of energy. Eric realized she trusted him to the same extent that he trusted her. A shiver of satisfaction ran through him. "I promise you." "So we make a deal. Ah, and annul the marriage after a year? My family probably won't be hurt by this deception. We'll cite irreconcilable and false differences. pretend to be friends." "I can live with that." "Good. Come pick me up tonight at 7 o'clock and we'll go meet my family to tell me the news. I'll take care of the wedding arrangements."

-I heard rumors over there, that you had married because of a contract that unites you, that is real, and I also want to know if you enjoyed your honeymoon, that is, if there was a night of passion between you, because when there is a contract of interest, you can't make love with the other person, you are having problems with the marriage, or is it me that there was a love triangle around here, apparently, we have a minute listening to everything," says the impertinent reporter. Blonde Lucrecia instantly pulls herself together to give them what the press wants to hear just to cover their mouths, even though they both know they are still pure virgins. -There is no love triangle, we have no m

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?”

Purpose: The primary purpose of this contract marriage is to fulfill specific legal, financial, or social obligations without any intention of establishing a genuine marital relationship. 2. No Emotional Attachment: Both parties agree not to engage in any form of emotional attachment, including but not limited to falling in love, expressing romantic feelings, or fostering emotional dependency. Pfft. Duh! I wouldn't want to develop feelings for him either. Does he really need to put that here? 3. Physical Boundaries: - No Kissing: Under no circumstances shall Party A and Party B engage in any form of kissing, whether it be on the lips, cheeks, or any other part of the body.

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?

"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!"

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.