Bound By Contract Novels & Stories

] [ Bima: [ Stepping back, a growing sense of unease washing over him ] "A contract? What kind of contract?" [ Kirill: [ His eyes holding Bima’s, a profound, unyielding demand in their depths ] "A Blood Contract. The most sacred, most unbreakable bond known to our world. You will take this stylus, Bima, and you will sign your true name into a formal document. Then, you will seal it with this drop of my blood, binding your very soul to mine. It will link our cores, our fates, our very destinies." ]

He looks far too comfortable for a man about to sign away a year of his life. I want to stab him with the Montblanc pen they slid in front of me. The head lawyer, a sharp woman named Margaret Kline, clears her throat. “The contract is straightforward but iron-clad. One year of marriage. You must reside together in Mr. Voss’s primary residence. Public appearances as a loving couple minimum three times per week. No romantic or sexual relationships outside the marriage. Penalty for breach is two hundred million dollars or controlling shares in your respective companies, whichever is greater.”

Something shifted in his expression, brief and unguarded, lasting no longer than a single breath before it locked back down. "That will be explained in time." "I want it explained now." "What you want," he said slowly, "and what happens next are two very different things, Miss Carter." "It's not Miss Carter anymore, apparently," she shot back. "According to your contract, it's Mrs. Bale." Something happened then that she wasn't ready for. He almost smiled. It didn't fully form, barely a fraction of movement at the corner of his mouth, there and gone so quickly she nearly doubted herself. But she saw it. She was certain she saw it.

Annie said her goodbye to Ella. She watched as Ella’s car left her driveway and then she went back inside. Before Ella left, they talked more about how busier and crazier their life was going to be in the future months, with the baby in the picture. To be honest, Annie was a little scared about the whole thing but she was even more scared about the fact that She may not get pregnant on the first trial of the procedure and if that happens, she would have to keep trying until it worked.

Or maybe I could just make his eyes pop out since I don't have the strength to twist his neck. "As what I've said, it is the proof that we both agreed to in a deal, like a contract. However, you cannot do something that is against the contract terms, which means you can do nothing to me while we are in the deal. I can't also run from my obligation to you. It binds us that way." And I was completely unaware of this! What the hell did I put myself into? If that's the case, then how can I execute an ambush attack? This is a dead end!

I raised my hand to hit him slightly but noticed the diamond ring on my finger, I brought it down and stared at it confused. “When...” “I have my ways and besides, who engages someone with a ring?” I have no words; it was beautiful and made me feel like a real bride but that all shattered when I saw the contract that I actually requested reminding that this was a just pretend stunt until he finally gets off his father clutches. “Go through it and see if there’s any problem,” he said calmly going back to his seat. I scanned through the contract and noticed something insane, “what do you mean this is indefinite?”

"Yes. If you think you can help, I'll do whatever you want." He gave her an unreadable smile. "That's really not necessary, but if you're willing to move forward, I'll draft a contract up, and we can continue this tomorrow night." "We really need a contract?" "You're not legally bound to it if you change your mind," he reassured her. "It's more to set boundaries and expectations during our more formal sessions." "Boundaries?" "Limits. Things you're not comfortable with trying."

The bodyguard handed me a pen to sign. My eyes scan through the contract and the only thing which has changed is the duration of the marriage. A smile appeared on my face when I saw the marriage would come to an end on his last child, Francis's 20th birthday, without thinking twice I signed the document. the first contract said it would be 20 years of marriage while this one is practically 11 years, at least I get to tolerate for only 11 years and nothing more. "Boss will be here soon, he has some business to take care of," the bodyguard took the signed documents, handed me my copy, and left, while I handed the copy to one of the bodyguards standing next to me.

Then he slams it in and the gleam dies out. "Where we are, legal contracts are the binders for everything. Thumbprint it...with your blood."

She nodded, expressing a mixture of concern and sadness. "Appreciate it, Janine. I'll have a conversation with her. Kindly direct her to my office and convey that Fabian is unavailable for any informal meetings without a prior appointment," I explained, my thoughts still occupied with questions about Denise and the reason behind her desire to speak with Fabian. When Janine left I pulled the contract they signed almost three years ago. For everything that is happening to them right now, this contract is already voidable. I tear them into pieces throwing them in my trash bin.