Bound By Contract Novels & Stories

We finally went to the barrister the next day to sign the documents and then when the two documents were presented to us I had to place my signature on that I knew that I was already in for this contract and after 3 months I'll be getting a huge payment I just have to concentrate and know that there is a money ahead but then the barrister made us to understand that we should not cross our limit because this is a contract I need by any chance I get pregnant that means we'll have to cancel the contract and make it real. Neil promise that would maintain our limit and not to cross the boundary I just hope so but of course what do you expect from two people living in the same apartment for three

"I love you too." I wrap my arms around Elena and put my hands on her shoulders. She leans against me. I feel her shiver. I hold her tighter. I speak softly, "She will recover well." Elena nods. "Thanks to you." I stand still for a moment. "You entered into a contract with her." She raises her head. "Yes." I get down beside her. "I will fulfill my vow." Her eyes look up at me. "Vow?" I hold her hand. "I vow that I will not abandon you behind. I will keep you safe both of you."

My mind went back to the bottle. Small. Glass. Unremarkable to anyone who didn't know what it was. The kind of thing that had no reason to exist in the drawer of a woman who had nothing to hide — who had arrived in this house exactly as presented, exactly as documented, exactly as the bond had supposedly confirmed. The bond. I turned the word over. Lucien's voice from the bar: the bond only works one direction. You don't feel it for the wrong person.

“I married you because it was necessary. The Mancinis and Sartoris needed an alliance. You know that.” The words were a knife to her chest, Necessary. Not wanted, not loved just a transaction. Bella’s lips parted, but no sound came. She felt small, foolish again, the shy girl who’d dared to hope for more. Her eyes burned, but she blinked back the tears, her voice barely a whisper. “So that’s it? I’m just a contract to you?” Luca’s jaw clenched, and he looked away, his gaze fixed on the wall as if he couldn’t bear to meet her eyes. “You’re more than that,” he said finally, his voice rough.

I love Della so much, and I didn't want this matter to escalate and turn into something else. "I’ll be back before dinner," I said, walking out. ------------ At the office, I barely acknowledged the greetings as I walked into the boardroom. My assistant, Jeremy, followed closely behind, placing the Milan contract documents in front of me. I signed all of them, pushed them aside and asked for it to be filed for safe keeping. "We received the full draft from the Italian side. I took the liberty of marking their revisions in red." I skimmed through them quickly, making mental notes. The Milan deal would be one of the biggest expansions in Europe. Fashion. Real estate. Marketing. All rolled into

I lamented to Edward. “There's nothing you can do. And it mustn't necessarily be a real marriage. It could be a contract marriage or marriage of convenience” Edward said. “It's just for a year. The contract lasts just for a year only. You would have made a lot of money before the year runs out and end the marriage afterwards.” He stood up slowly. “Think fast. If you want that contract, you’ll need a wife. Fast.” He walked out, leaving me with the Armitage folder… and a million unwanted thoughts.

My eyes caught the bold letters on the front — Marriage Contract. My chest tightened. “What is this?” I asked, my voice shaky. Luca leaned back in his chair. “This is how we make things official, Sofia. You’re going to marry me.” For a moment, I thought I heard wrong. I blinked, trying to process his words. “You’re joking… right?” “I never joke,” he said flatly. “You sign this contract, and your father stays alive.” My throat went dry. “What do you mean stays alive?”

"He brought our contract." "What contract?" "A contract that binds us together," he said. "Binds us? I thought you said this was all just pretend?" I asked. "And it is. Believe me, I have no desire to be tied down by a woman either." "Then what is this contract for?" I asked, seething with anger. "It’s a legal document formalizing our deal. There will be consequences if either of us breaks it," he said. I stared at him in horror. "What kind of consequences?" I asked.

"But the contract... the elders said an alliance bond bound by the high council cannot be broken without a severe punishment." Isolde chuckled softly, reaching onto a passing waiter's silver tray and picking up two crystal cups filled with dark crimson wine. She slid one cup directly into Ethan's hand, her fingers brushing his. "You shouldn't worry about the council laws, my friend. The contract is only binding if one of the primary parties involved actively fights against the dissolution. But since you and I both completely agree to the separation, the elders have zero legal right to punish either of us. It is a mutual release."

But before I could fully relax, Ethan’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me even closer until I could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his suit jacket. "He's gone, Ethan. You can let go now," I whispered, looking up at him. Ethan didn't let go. He tilted his head down, his dark eyes burning with a sudden, intense hunger that had absolutely nothing to do with business. "The contract has already begun, Maddison," Ethan murmured, his thumb rubbing against my hip bone through the fabric of my dress. "And a Blackwood never lets go of what is officially his."