Bounded By Contract Novels & Stories

“You want me to do what?” Alexander's face didn’t shift. His arms remained folded across his chest, that maddening calm smeared all over him like an armor. “You’ll move in this weekend,” he responded evenly. “It’s time we make this more convincing. Especially now.” My chest rose and fell in silent rhythm. And as I stared at him, something inside me cracked not loud, not explosive, just a quiet fissure forming under all the burden I had been carrying. Was this worth it? Would the heat, not burn me alive before this contract even expired?

He leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes flicking to Conrad, who wore a smug, self-satisfied grin. Next to him, Kate sat stiffly, her lips curving into a faint, almost taunting smile. He finally exhaled and spoke. "I’ve told you before... I won’t sit back and watch my mother’s company handed over to your mistress and her son. What difference does it make if I had a contract marriage? Yes, I had one. But why," his gaze shifted sharply to Kate, "are you fueling the story instead of burying it? Isn’t that in the company’s best interest?"

I asked, averting my thoughts from her. “Unlike some people, I don't patronize only upscale restaurants.” Mark responded. “Point gotten. Now, what's up with the Fuller Contract?” I asked, tired of holding back. My mind kept drifting to it because it was a major deal that would bring millions to my company at the stroke of a pen. “So I see we're back to that.” Mark said, pulling out his iPad. “Their response is still the same - No. They said that they need someone who's more stable and dedicated to handle the project.”

"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. "

she gave off a dry chuckle. "I'll keep you updated Tammy" Mr Claude said as he stood up to leave. Before proceeding to leave, Mr Claude drew closer to Tammy, reached out to take her hands with a warm smile. Tammy, with a look of empathy allowed her hands to be held and their eyes locked, he said to her, " Thank you Tammy, for allowing this union to happen. You, my dear have done us both a huge sacrifice. Your father must be really proud of you". After being said, he left.

“Are you serious?” “I am.” She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “And what happens if I, I don’t know, accidentally touch you?” I tapped the paper. “Read the next line.” She did, and her jaw dropped. “‘Unnecessary or accidental touches shall result in a $100 deduction from the agreed contract payment.’” A slow smirk curved my lips. “It’s called maintaining boundaries, Brenda.” She stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Lucian, this is ridiculous.”

The contents of the contract bothered her a lot, but she didn't get the chance to ask. The blonde-haired girl is aware of the details of the contract she recently signed. HEGEIME VERTRAG. Made with both parties' approval. The contract is designed to ensure that both parties benefit without one party being at a disadvantage. Damian Sawyer is the first party. Miya Ashton is the second party. - The second party agrees to have a baby with the first party without getting married. - During the contract period, the second party is prohibited from having any contact with outsiders and is not allowed to meet with relatives or family.

she yelled. He didn’t raise his voice. “I’m asking you to explain.” “You don’t get to demand explanations.” “Why not?” “Because of the contract rules.” The word hung between them. His expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable. She went on, her voice sharp, defensive. “Contract marriage. Terms and conditions. The boundaries. Never meddle in anyone’s affairs.” The sentence echoed in the room. “Never meddle anyone’s affair.” Dominic’s hand lowered slightly, the document still in his grasp.

“Take the deal, or don’t take the deal. I don’t really care. But I’ll have the paperwork for the contract drawn up tomorrow. Think it through and have an answer ready before the end of the day.” One sleepless night and a nail-biting ride to work later, I was sitting down to my desk at work. I spent most of the day pushing the thought of the baby away, but an email from Ronan ended that fantasy. I opened the attached file, which was the contract Ronan had said he would send. It looked like pretty standard stuff, but my jaw dropped when I reached the clauses he had added. Specifically, one that said I was explicitly “not allowed to cross boundaries, of both personal and sexual natures.”

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.