Bound By Contract 소설 & 이야기

The contract. I clenched my jaw, my chest heaving. He was using it to remind me that no matter what, I was bound to him. As if reading my mind, his smirk deepened. “As long as our contract stands, you are mine.” His fingers traced a slow path down my jaw, making my skin prickle. “Clause seven,” he continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You are not allowed to entertain any other man, physically, emotionally, or intimately. Any violation…” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, the touch deceptively gentle. “And you already know the consequences.”

We still had the contract hanging over us, a project that needed to be completed. But how could I face him now? What if he decided to cancel the contract entirely? I knew I couldn’t afford to lose the contract at this time now, not when my father’s medical bills were waiting to swallow me whole. I had still not spoked with my mother. I gaped and allowed a pause. After then my thoughts began to shift to Mark, and as they did my frustration burned afresh. He’s responsible for this mess. If he hadn’t roped me into running that errand, I wouldn’t have been in that mansion, caught in the whirlwind that was Alexander.

Mark chuckled, “that's where you have it all wrong, Amigo. He's not talking about stability in that area but in your personal life. No offence but your relationship life has been pretty chaotic. You just use them and throw them to the curb. Half of the female population in America are breathing threats against you. Summarily, your reputation has preceded you.” “What does my personal life have to do with this contract? I have an impressive track record and that's all that matters.” I barked, attracting curious glanced from the other two customers in the restaurant. “Not for Fuller Incorporated. If we don't get that contract soon, someone else will snatch it from us and Fuller will not give us

he roared. Brendan sat up, but stayed on the ground and said nothing. There was nothing he could say to defuse the situation. Through the bond, Suki could sense his attempt to contain his bubbling annoyance and rage. “There are rules in place that you must follow for a reason, one of those was to stay away from the children of high-ranked families, the only exception being Zale.” “What?” Suki gasped. “There was a rule in place saying that he could never come near me?”

"Your Majesty, this council must consider the possibility that the document is legitimate, regardless of how unwelcome that possibility proves." "Legitimate or not, no contract signed without Tahlia's consent binds her." "The law is considerably more complicated than that." He gestured toward a second scroll Cassian had retrieved from the archives. "The old territorial treaty governing northern border relations includes provisions regarding exactly this kind of arrangement. Protection pacts secured through betrothal were common practice generations ago, and the treaty recognizes them as binding on both families." "That treaty is centuries out of date." "Out of date, but never formally repeal

Questions with no easy answer. Questions that forced a choice. Especially this one. “Answer me,” Lumi pressed, her voice quieter now but filled with determination. Aaron exhaled slowly, trying to keep his irritation in check. “You should remember something,” he said finally. “We are bound by a contract.” His words were deliberate. Carefully chosen. He expected her to understand what he meant without him saying it outright. But Lumi’s brows furrowed. “That means you would choose the child,” she said.

"So we're both on the hook. Same day, both ways." He held out his little finger across the table, solemn as a boy at a school gate. "We're not twelve," Della said. "I'm offering you a legally binding contract." She looked at the finger, and at his face above it, and she hooked her own round it. His was warm. She held on for exactly one second longer than she'd meant to. "Now the standing order," she said. "Right." "Until when?"She said. "Until she's on her feet," he said.

"But for every minute the contract is active, you are the Luna of Ironthorn. Your duties remain. Do you understand?" I looked up at him. "I don't understand." He sat on the edge of the bed. He took my left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the ring on my finger. The cold metal pressed against my skin, like a silent hook. "While the contract is active, remember your identity and your boundaries," he said. "Don't say what shouldn't be said. Don't do what shouldn't be done." I asked, "You don't plan to go public with your relationship with her? You won't acknowledge her before The Elder Council?"

But instead, I froze. His grip tightened, not painfully though, just firmly enough to remind me he was stronger than he looked. He stared straight into my eyes, looking at me like he had just seen a ghost. I didn’t care, and I didn’t want to be in the same space as him anymore. I swallowed. “Let go.” He did…but slowly. His fingers left my skin, leaving static lines on them. I stepped back, pulse racing aggressively. I brushed off invincible dust from my clothes.

And at the bottom I put, 'This is confidential so don't think of showing this to others' Yes, contracts are confidential, same as it on my past life at modern world. The only difference is on the modern world, contracts have deep words and here, just simple, accurate words will do and also, contracts here are bind by magic so once you dare to not do what the contract says, it will put a burden on your body. Either extreme pain or dying slowly while not having any feeling of it. 'That's seriously so fearful' While on modern world, contracts are bind by law so once you didn't follow it, you can get arrested but of course, you can solve it with money if you have so I think contracts here are mu