A Contractual Marriage? Hell No Novels & Stories

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

Sitting there for a while, he finally let out a deep sigh. ‘What the hell? I’m getting married; to boot, it’s a contract marriage. Well, all marriages are under contract if you think about it. To honor and cherish, in sickness and health, aren’t all these binding contracts between two people?’ Thought Blake as he started his little-used Chevy car and guided it back into the city. ‘I’ll just stop by the office and drop off my tablet.’

“This thing we have going between us. What if we made it real?” His question shot me up into a sitting position, my pulse spiking as I looked at him as though he had lost his head. “What?” Theon sat up as well, much calmer than I was “We are already married, and the contract doesn’t have an expiration date or any clause about divorce in the contract we signed. What if we just forgot that the contract existed and made it real?” “I don’t need to ask. You’ve lost your mind” I breathed out.

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

Most probably, Darsh opened a document as he began to read something from it. "Condition number 1: The marriage contract is for two years, after which we will file for mutual divorce. No. 2: I'll pay you to play my wife. No. 3: You must attend every conference and party I'd ask you, without any question asked. No. 4: No one may take advantage of the situation by touching the other. However, it's acceptable with approval. No 5: And the most significant one: We can't fall in love with each other."

I asked, shocked by his response, "Didn't we agree on it being a contract marriage? Have you forgotten?" Inquired searching his eyes, "Well, I haven't, and the agreement is you abandoning her at the end of it all." I added, "Really!" He responded in a scoff, "So you think the wedding we did was a contract wedding?" He continued, his tone mocking, "Well, sorry to break it to you that it was an official wedding and she's my wife." He added in a definite tone,

The moment he opened it, his breath caught. A divorce agreement. Both of their names were clearly written on it. His eyes widened as a sudden, inexplicable panic surged through him. Seizing the moment, Elena hurried to hook her arm through his, her voice turning sweet. "Luca, look. She left on her own. Let’s be together. I’m the one who truly deserves you. Everyone says we’re the perfect power duo." Luca violently shook her off. His eyes burned as he stared at her. "Clara is my Donna. You and I are friends. We will never marry. Now get out. Immediately."

Really? I did remember Raven calling it a contract marriage. I really didn’t mind that. It was no different than that. Still, I wasn’t expecting it. As the chaos spread in the crowd. Indefinite whispers were the only thing I heard, until I heard Kian continued in his deep voice.

If the relationship between them was only contractual, why did he have to go this far? Didn't he like Mira? And after taking someone's innocent body, he was swearing in front of her, so he really had no conscience. "No need." She looked into his eyes, trying to probe for something, but in vain, "You don't have to keep anything for me as a nominal wife, and there's nothing in this contract that says we have to interfere in each other's private affairs, you don't interfere with me, I don't interfere with you, and everyone's happy."

Basil nhìn bàn tay ấm áp của cô, đôi môi hơi nhếch lên, sau đó nói: “Anh muốn cưới em giả, chỉ kết hôn có 90 ngày thôi, 90 ngày sau chúng ta sẽ như hai người xa lạ không có gì với nhau. Ai Trong quá trình cần gì tôi sẽ giúp, chỉ cần bạn chỉ bảo, tôi sẽ làm hết ” Helen cảm thấy mình đã nghe nhầm, hoặc hôm nay tai cô không ổn định. Cô ấy đặt tay lên tai và nhặt nó lên, sau đó hỏi lại: "Bạn có biết bạn đang nói về cái gì không?" “Đương nhiên anh biết mình đang nói cái gì, anh đến tìm em để kết hôn giả, chỉ có 90 ngày là kết hôn. Bạn có thể không tin ”.