Bound By The Contract Novels & Stories

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.

He took a deep slow breath before facing Ali and Syamsul. “This contract is a lifetime contract between her and you. There will be no outside interference including the lion tribe. No one can take advantage of this contract and no one can use this against you.” Albert winced, a memory of Shadow’s crying filled his memory. Due to that, he’d realized the weight of this contract.

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'll have the revised version back here by midnight. Have your witness ready—you'll need someone who's not either attorney to verify signatures." She left, and I was alone with Liam and the contract that would define the rest of our lives. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Once we sign, we're bound by these terms. We can't go back to just... figuring it out emotionally." "We weren't figuring it out. We were destroying each other." I touched the contract. "This way, at least we have rules. Boundaries. Ways to know when we're crossing lines." "It's not romantic."

“I just want all of this to be over man, I don’t know what I’ll do if Brielle should-” He gripped my shoulder in solidarity, cutting me off in the process. “Brielle isn’t going anywhere, Dylan. We’re going to do whatever it takes to handle this, you hear me?” I nodded. We spent the next hour or two carefully combing through the contract, looking for loopholes, but we came up with nothing. It was a hundred percent excellent contract, meaning so long as none of us had broken any rules, the contract was still legally binding. I got up to stretch tiredly and headed to the kitchen to get Marin and myself a beer.

“It hasn't even ended yet you're trying to get rid of me.” I don't really give a damn about that contract. However, it's the only thing I can make Liam believe is standing between me and walking out of the door right now. We still have a few months left. He can't ask me to leave like that when we're still bound by it. Although, I wish the contract isn't the only thing that'd keep him tied to me now. Liam scoffs. “Our contract? I thought we were past the point of transactions and obligations. But I guess that's all this was to you—a business arrangement.”

Then he turned and exited the room, the door clicking shut with a soft finality. Silence. The contract still in my hand, bold and weighted, bearing both our signatures. The damn thing had once felt like control. A safeguard. A boundary to keep him from getting too close—or me from falling too far. It had outlined duties, responsibilities, expectations. A sterile document designed to quantify something inherently unquantifiable. But now?

He stopped close, too close, but he didn’t touch me. ‘You don’t have to believe my words,’ he said, his voice a low, raw thrum. ‘But you can believe the binding power of this contract. I had it drafted by a lawyer. It’s already notarised. You can get your own lawyer to look it over, have it witnessed by whoever you want. It will be legally, brutally binding.’ I looked up, forcing myself to meet his bloodshot eyes. They were fixed on me, unblinking, stripped of all their usual arrogant armour.

​The words hit me like a heart attack. ​"Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me," he smirks. "I own you." ​I shake my head No. Again and again, I shake my head. "But there's a contract! You can't just do this! The contract was for Chloe!" ​He laughs out loud, low and cold, his mockery slicing right through me.

The only thing I could do was be there for him. He held onto me while we both sobbed for a long time. No one said a word, no one even moved. They just let us grieve and stayed by our side while we did. Finally Ramses let me go. “Contractual magic… She was bound to this Box, by contractual magic.” He said softly, while wiping his eyes.