Contract Bound Novels & Stories

"A pretty good move. I'll tell you something though, as soon as you sign you'll be expected to have a full commitment to your part of the business. "I understand the stakes." Reed came back with the revised contract in hand, putting it before her with a pen probably more expensive than her monthly rent. "Address each page, signature at the end. Her hands trembled a little as she entered into signing off the next three years of her life. And then her hand reached the final page. She paused while holding the pen in front of her. " Second thoughts? - " Blackwood asked again with a hint of annoyance. "Wondering how do we explain to the world this sudden marriage? " she admitted.

"He brought our contract." "What contract?" "A contract that binds us together," he said. "Binds us? I thought you said this was all just pretend?" I asked. "And it is. Believe me, I have no desire to be tied down by a woman either." "Then what is this contract for?" I asked, seething with anger. "It’s a legal document formalizing our deal. There will be consequences if either of us breaks it," he said. I stared at him in horror. "What kind of consequences?" I asked.

I'm caught between wanting to run and wanting to run into his arms. “An—” The word almost escapes before I shake my head, correcting myself. “Mr. Carter.” My voice is firmer now, businesslike. “No need to ask, Ms. Monroe. It's exactly what the contract says: 'Clause 7, Section 3 stipulates that you, Brielle Monroe, shall not engage in any professional capacity with entities outside Carter Industries, without prior written consent from the Carter Corporation's Board of Directors.'” This can't be right. I'd remember if I was essentially handcuffed to Carter Industries. Or would I? Sounds suspiciously like a power play. Does the contract really say that?

"No. Grace…my assistant went over it. She said it was standard, six months, renewable." Brandon laughed. "Grace might have skimmed it, or maybe she didn't. But you didn't." I couldn't believe what he was saying. I rushed to my closet, digging through the files until I found my own copy of the contract. My hands shook uncontrollably as I flipped through pages, scanning clauses. He appeared behind me, silent as a shadow, and tapped a finger on section 15B. "Here." I read it. Two-year minimum commitment. Non-negotiable. A breach results in a financial penalty equal to five years’ salary and a potential pack sanction.

“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.

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.

Still, I don't think she has any plans to return because it was only the first week I was working with Maximus when she left, but it's been over three months now, and she hasn't returned. I sigh in relief because he seems to have forgotten his free taste. It's not that I'm hopeful about that part; it's quite different. I still can't quite get over agreeing to the setup he wanted, which I didn't even think about. But I can't do anything because of my family's situation. As the saying goes, when you're in trouble, hold on to Maximus’ dick. Shit! I guess my saying is wrong. "Here it is, sir," Aries said with a smile before handing me the envelope he was holding, which I knew was the contract. W

Turning abruptly to Jason, I snapped, “This is all your fault, if you had gone through the contract properly we would not be in this mess right now. But instead, you decided to be irresponsible at a crucial time as this, Why on earth do I pay you handsomely to deliver this poorly?” He quickly bowed his head saying, “I apologize for my negligence Mr Liam, I failed to read up such an important section of your contract, but I promise this would not repeat itself.” Sighing, I tried to put my emotions under control, “This had better not repeat itself, I would not go with that stupid rule she just mentioned. I really don't care how you do it but make sure this whole contract with Miss Emma must co

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.