Bound By The Contract Novels & Stories

“You can’t.” Her nails dug into her palm. “That’s not true. Every contract has a loophole.” He smirked. “This one doesn’t.” She wanted to call him a liar. But the certainty in his voice made her stomach churn. “What happens if I try to leave?” Collins leaned forward, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “The rules activate.” She shivered. “The rules,” she echoed. Collins nodded. “Think of it as… a bond. The moment we exchanged vows, the contract finalized. If you try to leave—” he trailed off, tilting his head.

“You’ve finished your service for the crimes you’ve committed. Now, you can be a free member of the pack as our agreement states.” Oh, for the sake of the Goddess. “Agreement? Are we still working according to that?” I grip the edges of the sink, trying not to let the anger rise. “Look, I understand that there are some issues but there’s nothing I can do about it. It was sworn on the Moon Goddess. Such an agreement is binding until one of the parties mentioned dies.” He replies, still in that nearly apologetic voice. Not apologetic enough though.

“Get in line, Prince!” Ruben growled again at that comment. “Calm down, Ruben…” He heard Kat murmur behind him. “How can I remove the contract that binds her to Mr McGowen?” Ruben asked grimly. “You cannot remove a contract…only fulfil it.” Boglan said with a twisted grin. “Fulfil it?” Ruben repeated. “Once it is fulfilled the contract is done and so voided.” Ruben frowned a moment then looked back up. “What’s the final outcome of Mr McGowen’s contract?”

She is basically testing the level of involvement I want with her. But maybe its, not all bad. But if she wants my loyalty, then I want hers! "In exchange, I will have you sign a contract." I clarified. "A contract?" "Yes, a binding contract that puts both your life and mine on the line," I said. "Like a slave contract?" "No. A loyalty contract. A slave contract is one-sided, but this contract ensures that any disclosed information remains between us." Bea frowned then after a few seconds she burst out laughing.

Week. “Fine,” I said. From a table at the corner of the room, he picked up an envelope. He moved closer to me. I felt it. His scent stronger now against my senses. I tried to focus on something else, but I failed. “This is the contract.” He stretched his hand out. “Read it and sign it. Make sure you read it properly.” “Why do we need a contract?” “How do we hold each other accountable?” He smiled at me—the type you give an idiot. “If after two months, I fail my end of the bargain, you’ll have something to hold me to.”

"Is that so? Don't you think your family will be worried about you? You're only a young girl." "I'll be returning home after some time here, so there's no need to worry." "Don't you know?" "Know what?" "Part of the contract you signed says you have to live here from now on. You're allowed to leave for trips and outings, but you're bound to the guild. If you leave for more than a month without contacting the guild, they'll activate a part of the contract that will cause the person who signed it to suffer pain." "Oh, is that all?"

"So I'm desperate enough to be trusted? " "Precisely." At least he didn't pretend otherwise. Aria looked down at the contract, pages and pages of legalese that came to nothing but a swap of freedom for the life of her father. "What exactly does this mean? " "I mean you'd stay in my house. Go with me to things I need to do. Go out into the world and show off your devout wife. " He leaned forward slightly. "This shall not include sex services, frankly. "

Ashford spoke again. “Did I say you could go?” Vanessa immediately stopped. She slowly turned around, her heart sinking. Mrs. Ashford looked clearly offended, while Devian stared at his mother in disbelief. He shook his head slightly before standing up. Without saying anything else, he walked towards Vanessa. His mother remained where she was, silently watching his every movement. Devian reached Vanessa and gently took her hands, guiding her towards the door.

“But I want three years, not six.” Callum arched an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my boldness. “Three?” “I’ll be your Champion for three years,” I said firmly. “Then I want my freedom.” Callum hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Four.” I met his gaze, considering the offer. Four years was still too long, but it was better than six. “Fine. It’s a bargain.” He smiled, but there was a darkness in it, a reminder that I was still very much his pawn in this game. “I’ll see to it that my father knows.”

The last thing I could remember before dozing off, was the section which stated that throughout the progress of the contract physical touch, feelings and emotions towards the other party are strictly forbidden and any breach would terminate the contract effectively and immediately. Huhhh... Physical touch and feelings huhhhh... Trust me I don't wanna get burnt.