A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

"I'm on it." Dev had endured enough. The sheer nerve of these people—standing inside *his* private sanctuary, passing judgment on the woman *he* had claimed. The audacity of their interference was pushing his volatile temper past the breaking point. He knew his father had orchestrated this entire ambush, forcing his hand. It was time to play his winning card and burn their hopes to the ground. "She isn't going anywhere," Dev stated, his voice dropping into a flat, terrifyingly cold tone that stopped Ashish dead in his tracks. "She came here of her own accord. She has already signed a binding marriage contract."

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

Tension crackled in the air. Then Penking smiled. “You think this will work?” he asked. “You think you can just walk in here and take my wife?” “She’s not your wife,” Devon said. “She’s your prisoner.” “She signed the contract. She married me. She’s mine.” “She was coerced.” “Doesn’t matter. It’s legal. Binding.” Penking’s eyes were cold. “And if you try to take her, I’ll hunt you both down. Kill everyone you love. Burn everything you care about. And make Amelia watch.”

But I wasn’t. Here I was, walking slowly into an unavoidable hell ruled by the devil I was about to marry. This devil, whom fate brought me to through an accidental one-night encounter—six years ago. With each step, I reassured myself that it was only for a year. Just one year. It was a contract marriage. It would end soon. But even as I held on to this hope, I found myself getting tangled in his piercing gaze. His cold eyes seemed to whisper something dangerous to me as if they were telling me…

I licked my lips, “How do you all know there was a demon or devil?” He snickered sarcastically, “Initially, no one would believe that but when you live your life as a Vincenzo, you start to believe the contract is real.” He stopped, “It’s more like a curse really. Everyone calls it a curse…” “...” Soft wind blew, making my hair come to my face so I tucked them behind my ear again, “Do you know what the contract says?” He nodded, “Wealth, power, fame,” He clicked his tongue, “In exchange for tormenting misery.” He glanced at the church, “A bit of added twisted personality too.”

" It's not fair. Was there evidence that you did all those things?" He nodded." There were a lot of them. With Oliver's brother, My mum, and sage. Although hers was fabricated. The funny thing was that I couldn't remember being in those pictures and videos they claim to be evidence of my crimes. The only one that was real was Oliver's brother, and it was an accident, but Loren used it as leverage to control me." " What do you mean?" He turned fully to face me." Our contract marriage was because Loren used His son's death against me. All I have to do is do whatever shitty thing they want and I won't end up behind bars "

I took a deep breath as he once again approached me. "Congressman Del Martin is the reason why our company is failing. He fucking did it on purpose! He trapped me in a situation where marrying you was the only option! And now you're asking for an annulment? Fucking no! We'll suffer together, Symphony! I won't let you get out of this hell!" I knew it. Papa was really doing something to their family. Four years ago, when we went to their house to talk about marriage and my father got insulted by his family, I knew that Papa wouldn't let it slide. He wouldn't be at peace until he got what he wanted.

Lora said happily. "Well, there is just a tiny catch, as my dad likes to call it. I have to marry Alexander to sign the contract and merge the companies." I said and started crying. How could my own father do this to me? I am his daughter, and he is going to make me marry someone just to grow his business and gain more money. "And you know what the worst part is??" I asked her still crying on her shoulder. Her blouse was wet from my tears. "He, says, he is doing this for me. To secure my future... I mean can you believe this?!" I said and I was now coughing from shouting so much. I was upset. How could he?

“And it wasn’t Simon. It’s my new boyfriend, Manuel.” My mind raced. Then it clicked. “Manuel? As in one of those cartel thugs? First it was the bikers, now it’s the goddamn cartel. Are you crazy, Rosa? You’re going to get yourself killed rolling with that SOB!” “Don’t insult him! He loves me, and I love him too. He’s going to marry me and get me out of this dreary life,” she shot back. “I’m sick of living like this—this tiny, shitty apartment, eating instant noodles and stale cereal. I’m sick of wearing two-dollar pants and cutting my own hair. Manuel is going to—”