Contract Bound Mga Nobela at Kwento

She folded both arms across her chest before continuing. “Our contract still has very clear limits, and nothing else should change those limits. I will help you finish everything that still needs to be done. I will stand beside you long enough for your council to recognize the contract and approve everything officially. But don’t forget, our agreement does not continue forever. Our contract must not exceed one year, Lukas.” “One year.” She emphasized every single word. “No extensions after that.” “No new change in plan.” She continued holding my gaze without the slightest hesitation.

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.”

"Well, help me understand." He heaves a heavy sigh and tugs at his perfectly symmetrical tie. "That document contains a contractual agreement, miss Fernandez. It only requires your signature." “What kind of contractual agreement?” I seethe. "One that ensures that you remain mine and only mine for the next two years. Physically, sexually, emotionally and otherwise, you will be bound to me. Those documents ensure that you do not go back on your word. It makes you completely and irrevocably mine to do as I please and treat as I see fit for as long as is stated there. Have you signed it?"

He was the one who had a lot of women frolicking around him and trying to catch his attention and he kept smiling at them but she was the one who needed to push other men away? "You understand the terms of the contract that says that no one is liable to breach it especially in public until it is time for us to part ways, right?" Her mind quickly flashed to the tenth page of the stupid contractor she had signed in a hurry. Granted, her lawyer had been present but it didn't suffice. "I'm sure that my lawyer will have told me if there was going to be any clause that I couldn't abide by."

"Kieran." "I know it's fast. I know we've been technically bonding for six months and the actual bond is less than a year old." He leaned forward. "But the contract gives us time. We can sign it tonight or next year or five years from now. It's there when you're ready." I looked at the document again. At the specific language that had been chosen carefully, at the provisions that acknowledged my need for autonomy, at the exit clause that made clear this wasn't a trap.

Alexander clasps his hands on the desk, waiting, as if he already knows what my answer will be. “And?” “I accept.” The words leave my mouth before I can reconsider. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t show relief or satisfaction. He merely nods, as if concluding another transaction. “Very well.” He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll arrange the contracts. It will be a simple marriage, no publicity. One year, as agreed.” My mouth is dry, but there’s a question I can’t ignore any longer. It’s been burning in my mind since our last conversation, and now, with the deal sealed, I feel the need to know.

“Say what you want, baby girl. But deep down, you know I’m right. Alessandro don’t save people. He saves himself. Always has.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded paper. He dropped it onto my lap with a flick of his wrist. “There’s your contract. Same words, same game. Difference is, I don’t sugarcoat it. You got 365 days to love me, or I’ll let you walk. That’s how I play. That’s how I always played.” I stared at the paper, the ink swimming before my eyes. My mind screamed to tear it apart, but my body was frozen.

"I suppose you being my employee is now a thing of the past. After all, who would suffer to have an employee such as yourself? it's madness, is it not?" Jasmine laughed without mirth, "An employee such as myself. I see." she said, and brow came together, "you say I was an employee, but I don't remember signing any contracts under your company." "Please. Everyone in the company can witness the fact that you work in my company. What other contracts do you need exactly?" Jasmine looked at him with a straight face, "So then we're done here."

However, she was worried that Dominik would take advantage of the situation. "Then?" asked Adine in a flat tone. "If you want your company back..." Adine paused her words. She wanted to see Ara's reaction. Ara's face looked a little impatient. "We must have a bond." Adine gasped, her chest throbbing with pain. She did not understand the word 'bond' that Dominik was referring to. "Didn't you already bind me with a contract agreement?" Adine wrinkled her forehead. Dominik moved from the edge of the bed. He moved towards the cupboard on the opposite side of the bed. He grabbed the sheet of paper and brought it back to Adine.

"You cannot risk yourself for your contractual wife, Adrien." "Oh, for god's sake, not you too!" He distanced himself from me and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't need to be reminded everyday that we are bound by a contract. Not by you, of all people." He released an exasperated sigh. "I thought we had been better than that." When his eyes zeroed to mine, I was met with a hint of disappointment. I gasped when he yanked me closer by my waist and slammed our bodies together.