Contract Bound Novels & Stories

“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?”

I wasn't about to let that happen again. "Bianca, listen to me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. " I don't care whether you trust me or not, I just showed friendly concern and it doesn't mean anything if you don't want it to. Just know that you can't just get out of the contract agreement. It's binding, and there are consequences if you try to back out. So if you don't think i deserve even a pang of trust or friendship during the course of this, then it's fine, just do as the contract says and you can get the fuck out if you want. " I was angry, I started calmly but couldn't continue or finish in the same manner because I was deeply hurt.

Alex scrolled through the morning news on his tablet, the screen’s cold glow reflecting off the untouched cup of coffee beside him. The first headline made him still. CROMWELL & PARTNERS: TROUBLE IN THE BOARDROOM? Insiders hint at financial strain as high-profile clients reconsider contracts. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The article was half truth, half speculation written, no doubt, by someone who’d never stepped inside a courtroom. But it didn’t matter. The damage was done.

"--- Mom repeats the phrase I always say. "If they don't like the new project, they will break the contract, with the law on their side. This contract is more than a million dollars, if I lose it, I will be fired for cause. With such a stain on my resume it will be very difficult to get a new job in this area, or any other that pays well." I tie my hair into a bun on top of my head, running my hands down my back. "But you didn't do it, why would you pay for something you didn't do?"--- My mother asks.

The folder popped open, spilling a stack of heavy white pages across the leather. "Read it," he said, pulling a clean black shirt off the back of a chair and carefully sliding his arms through the sleeves, wincing as he covered his bloodied bandages. I looked down at the top page. Bold black ink jumped off the paper: CONTRACTUAL MARRIAGE & ASSET AGREEMENT — VANCE ENTERPRISES. My stomach dropped straight into my shoes. "What is this?"

That's what the contract is for. The contract.

The word hit harder than she expected. Ammie shut the folder. “I’m not an object.” “No,” he said simply. “You’re part of an agreement.” Silence stretched between them. Ammie stood slowly. “And if I refuse one of these rules?” Adrian stepped closer—not threatening, just deliberate. “Then you break the contract,” he said. “And you lose everything that comes with it.” Her jaw tightened. “So it’s control.” “It’s structure,” he corrected. Ammie held his gaze.

My emerald eyes scanned the cramped, elegant script, searching desperately for the specific clauses governing sovereign contracts. "...should a blood-bound contract be enacted under false pretenses or spiritual duress, the receiving sovereign's claim remains absolute until a biological anomaly or a counter-lineage fracture is introduced to the core bond. If a secondary bloodline takes root within the vessel prior to full spiritual integration, the original contract undergoes a systemic rejection, severing the bond with lethal volatility to the primary tether." A cold, sharp jolt of pure adrenaline shot straight down my spine, the words blurring before my eyes.

He replied confidently. “I want our relationship to be an honest one, Jasper as it should be between a dominant and his submissive. Faithfulness and loyalty are important, once we sign this contract, neither you nor I will be allowed to engage in another relationship as long as our agreement runs. As I told you before, these contracts are morals and of course, we can terminate them at any given time. Is this all clear” “Yes, sir.” He mumbled.

“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.