Amor Por Contrato Novels & Stories

she stammered, her gaze fixated on Camila's mischievous expression. Camila leaned closer to Amora, "Did Antonio ever use condoms when the two of you had sex?" Amora's cheeks flushed as she sheepishly admitted, "No, he never did." "Don't you see?"A broad smile spread across Camila's face. "Antonio may want to have a child with you! Imagine the possibility of being a mother. Unless, of course, you are on contraceptives?" She asked nudging Amora's shoulder. "I've never taken contraception. I don't think Antonio would have approved of it." Amora responded.

I stared at the handsome and cold-hearted man standing before me with a contract in his hand “As you're signing this contract you should bear in mind that this marriage is just for the benefit of our families, my parents will help revive your father's company while you marry me till I become the CEO of my father's company. This marriage is strictly transactional so don't expect any husband duties from me, and lastly” he smirked and took two steps closer, standing few meters away from me with his hands tucked in his pocket “I have my rules” He blurted out with his eyes fixed on me, is he trying to intimidate me?

he said with a cold and harsh voice , there was simply no trace of emotions in his eyes " What ,I'm sorry " " Don't let me repeat myself again " " But the contract says I'll be your woman for six months,I still have three months left ." " Did you properly read the contract MJ? He brought out his phone and began scrolling through his gallery till he got what he was looking for and then ,he began reading. Here's one of the first and most important rule , the contracted lady can demand anything except for love or affection, once she demands for this , the contract immediately becomes null and void "

“You always were better with contracts than with feelings. But facts are facts. I’m pregnant. And according to our agreement…” She crossed the room, picked up the folder from the counter, and flipped it open. She didn’t need to; she had memorized it. But she wanted him to see. She wanted the words to hang between them. “Neither party shall engage in sexual relations with other individuals during the period of this agreement.” She tapped the clause with a manicured nail. “That means if I’m pregnant, it can only be yours.” Damian’s jaw clenched, his gray eyes hard. “You’re not pregnant.”

She stopped near his desk, her sapphire pendant resting against the dark silk of her dress. ​"Emiliano," she began, her voice steady. "I need to discuss the contract. The primary objective." ​He put down his pen, his dark eyes instantly locking onto hers, the full, chilling weight of his attention focused entirely on her. "Speak." ​"It has been six months," Amara stated, meeting his gaze. "Six months of total compliance, with no external threats or physical obstacles. The medical reports confirm my health. The failure to conceive is not physical; I believe it is due to the psychological dissonance of our arrangement."

💎 CHAPTER FOUR — INTO THE LION’S DEN Amara stared at her signature on the contract, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Dante could hear it. The ink hadn’t even dried, yet she already felt the weight of her decision settling on her shoulders like a cloak she couldn’t remove. Dante closed the file carefully, almost possessively, and placed it inside a locked drawer. “You start today,” he said. Amara jerked her head up. “Today?” “Yes. You don’t sign a contract with me and then go home to think about it.” His lips curved slightly in a half-smile. “You’re mine now.”

But he also knows that I am a man of my word, and once I’ve decided, there’s no turning back. I read the clauses. 1. No right to touch each other. 2. No sharing of bed. 3. No emotional attachment or sexual relationship. 4. No interference in each other’s life. I scoff as I read through the contract. It’s clear that Grace wants nothing to do with me beyond the terms of our agreement. Well, that’s fine by me. I have no intention of getting emotionally involved, either. This marriage is simply a means to an end, a way to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

I say, nervously biting my lips. “A contract marriage?” He says, I nod, “yes, a contract marriage between the two of us”. He smiles, “I understand what you’re trying to say, but why do you think I need to get into a contract marriage and if I did, why will it be with you?” He asks.

Luca looked away first. That was confirmation enough. Damon exhaled slowly. “You’re not leaving.” Luca looked back at him. “That’s not your decision.” Damon stepped closer. “You’re under contract.” “Contracts can be terminated.” “Not this one.” Luca frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Damon’s voice turned calm. Dangerously calm. “It means if you try to walk away…” He paused. “…I’ll make sure every security firm in Europe blacklists you.” Luca blinked.

He handed it to me. “What’s this?” I asked softly. “Our agreement contract,” he replied shortly. I didn’t say another word and opened the folder. The contract was short, but one particular section caught my attention—the rules. 1. No dating with others. 2. Saying “I love you” is a must. 3. Should be affectionate, especially in front of others. 4. PDA is allowed, especially when needed. 5. No one should know about the contract, just the two people who signed below.