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he smirked knowing what she had called for "Tell Mr Hayes that I agree to marry him” “Ok miss, would it be possible for you to come to the company tomorrow to sign the contract” “Ok, I’ll be there" "Ok miss , have a good night” “ Good choice, here” Ryan brings out a file from his drawer and hands it to Lia “You should read the contract. The time frame for the contract is 3 years after that we get a divorce and go our separate ways” Ryan explained. “Oh” Lia says as she reads the contract that was handed to him. “So like do we have a real wedding with guests and all”. She asked

“What's there to take slowly, Kessia? Look at it this way, our contract marriage year could actually be the stage Logan and I get to know eachother perfectly; is it could be the talking stage or a dating stage then when the contract is over in a year, we can actually get married for real?” “Or break up or separate for real” “C’mon be optimistic Kessia, our love story is one of a kind” “It's a contract marriage, do not do anything stupid!” Her friend warned. “I will, I'll reciprocate his feelings and see how this thing goes” Allyson insisted, already drooling.. ****

“But I’ll allow it today.” The guests laughed lightly, and then the officiant — an older woman with kind eyes — smiled at us. “Shall we begin?” We nodded, still holding each other’s gaze. The ceremony was small, just a few close friends, flowers, and sunlight. No cameras. No reporters. No chaos. Just us. When it came time for vows, Cameron swallowed hard, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded paper. It was creased and a little shaky, like he’d rewritten it too many times.

"Again, Natalia, this isn't a love story. I don't care if he has eleven fiancees... They can wait till after a year and that's it." "Dad, that's not it!" I snapped, confused about his reaction. "It's not so simple." "Natalia, what is difficult here?" "Dad, it's like you are not even listening to me. He has someone else in his life that he chose not to tell me about! How can I marry him?" "I don't know what you are thinking in your head, but my darling this is not a love story this is a contract wedding. Everyone is allowed to have their little thing on the side... I don't see where the problem is..."

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.

I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story. Amid our photos, not only of the few weddings there are of our wedding, but also of distant photos taken of us on the island, is detailed absolutely everything. The magazine comments on how my marriage was based on a contract, how it was something devised by my grandfather and Dominik's grandfather, how we both have to fulfill certain requirements in order not to break the contract, and how we both had a complicated start. "...But as if it were a love story, on their obligatory honeymoon trip, they both found love..."

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

The journey we had embarked upon had tested us in ways we never imagined, but it had also shaped us into the people we were meant to become. And as we gazed into each other's eyes, we knew that our love had triumphed over every challenge, every betrayal, and every secret. We had overcome the odds, rewriting our own story and creating a love that would stand the test of time. In the end, it wasn't just a contract marriage that brought us together—it was fate, woven into the fabric of our lives, guiding us towards each other through the darkest of storms. And now, with our love made official, we were ready to embrace the future, hand in hand, forever bound by a love that was both fierce and te

“Tell me about your marriage.” “What do you want to know?” “Everything. How you met. How long you were together. What went wrong.” Adrian took a breath. “We were married for nine years. She got pregnant early on. I proposed because my mother said I had to. We signed a contract. Nine years. Two kids. Then we’d part ways.” Isabelle raised her eyebrows. “A contract?” “Yes.” “Romantic.” Adrian almost smiled. “It wasn’t supposed to be romantic. It was supposed to be just contract.”