Bestie Contract Novels & Stories

"Kevin! I only pretended to be someone else because I love you too much! I truly want to marry you!" Mira's anguished cries echoed around the room. Unfortunately, only Theodore Silva and I heard her desperate pleas. I had secretly called Theodore a few minutes ago. Theodore was Mira's actual boyfriend. They had been together for a long time, and he was the one who gave Mira the suggestion to be a livestreamer. Theodore was a flirt, an alcoholic, and a gambler. Most of the money that Mira made ended up in his pockets. To earn money through borderline explicit methods, he even convinced Mira to get breast implants.

I said. “ I have been given an ultimatum by my mum to get married, in a bid to clear the rumor about my sexuality or risk losing everything to my brother Lucas"He said and leaned backward, still having that calculating gaze in his eyes. I listened to him with wrapped attention “Now, I love my brother and can do anything for him, but this company is my years of hard work and I just can't give it up without a fight” he continued… “It would be a marriage on paper only and nothing is expected of you against your wish. We will sign a contract outlining the terms of the agreement. You will receive a generous reward but in return, you will play the role of my wife in public”

“But I know how to survive.” He studied me for a long beat. Then nodded, almost to himself. “You’ll move in tonight.” The contract was twelve pages of legal landmines. Felix read it aloud like it was scripture while I sat on the edge of a leather couch that probably cost more than my student loans. One year. Full confidentiality. No physical intimacy required. Appearances at corporate and family events are mandatory. Compensation: seven figures, plus complete debt clearance and private medical care for Liam. “If you breach the terms,” Felix added, “the financial obligations revert.”

Confidential Contractual Agreement Between: Frederick Xavier Blackwell (hereafter “The Benefactor”) And: Dr. Amelia Seraphine Hart (hereafter “The Counterparty”) Effective Date: November 17, 2030 Contract Code: BWE-HART/01A Clause 1: Purpose of Agreement This contract is entered into by both parties in mutual understanding and full consent, outlining the nature, boundaries, and expectations of a legally binding yet strategically motivated marital union. Clause 2: Public Representation

She never knew which Will she would get. ​ The paper on the table turned out to be a contract. ​ *I, Emma Skye Wells, being of sound mind and body, and under no duress of any kind, do hereby submit myself to William Anderson Stewart. For a period of six (6) months, beginning on the undersigned date, I shall be available to him upon his request within reason. I shall be available to him for social events, family gatherings, and sexual encounters as he demands. For a period of six (6) months, I shall fully submit to his requests. During this period, neither party shall be involved with another person.*

he asked. Celeste nodded frantically. “Yes! I swear it. I’ll do anything you ask. Just… Please, don’t let them kill me.” Brayden considered his options. If he protected Celeste, she could be a valuable asset. But he needed assurance. “Fine,” he said. “But we do this my way.” He gestured toward one of his men, who immediately brought forward a document. “You’re going to sign this,” Brayden stated. “A contract stating that you’ll work for me now. No more lies, no more betrayals.”

"You accompany Victoria peacefully, I will help you put off the time you enter the group." "Really? Can you put it off for a week or ten days or half a month?" Betty raised her head and pleaded. Bryson slightly raised his head, his answer extremely light and nimble, "Yes!" "Really? Thank you!" "Don't you ever think of giving up?" Bryson frowned, thinking that her partner was still his cousin, he was annoyed. "But I signed the contract. If I break it, I'll have to pay at least ten million in breach of contract fees." Even if Betty managed to earn some money, it was not going to be a waste.

If she saw any loopholes, then she's out. "Okay, take your time," Bryce returned to the documents on his desk. As Fabe check the contract seriously, Bryce glances at her and studies her face. Simple woman, he can tell. No art, vague; in other words, if his best friend Kyle is with them, he would say, boring. "You will pay me to be your wife just to get your inheritance? Are you that desperate?" Fabe closed the contract and figured it was all reasonable and legal. "Look, I worked hard for this company, and I won't let this all go to other hands who didn't even contribute any sweat."

Sophia Bennett has loved her billionaire best friend, Liam Kingston, for three years, convinced he could never love her back. When Liam’s grandfather leaves him one impossible condition to inherit his family empire, marriage, Sophia impulsively offers to become his wife for six months. It should be nothing more than a contract. But one kiss changes everything. As their fake marriage begins to feel dangerously real, secrets from their past resurface, someone starts watching Sophia, and Liam discovers the truth behind the misunderstanding that kept them apart for years. Then Sophia is kidnapped, forcing Liam to choose between the billion-dollar empire he was born to inherit and

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.