Contract For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

We both knew what was in it but I opened it anyway “What is this sir? I thought I was getting fired." I waved the papers in front of him. “Well, you thought wrong. That is a contract. I need your help with something. Take a seat, Sarah." He had never called me that before and it had some sort of effect on me so I quickly placed myself on the chair. “I'll go straight to the point." He leaned forward on the table and his suit tightened, making the outline of his muscles show. “I need you to be my girlfriend for a year."

“I’m going to keep talking to my sister, either you like it or not. I don’t care what other opinions you have, none of those is in the contract I signed.” “Are you sure about that?”

He laughed softly and then shook his head; he finally managed to open the envelope and placed a piece of paper on the work desk. “Here’s a thing… During our contract, I want us to keep our boundaries” He said and I nodded in agreement. “Here, you can read the contract before signing it” Levi handed me the paper; he was still sitting in his seat. On that night, I got up from my seat and immediately stepped closer to him; I reached over the paper afterward, and got back to my seat, getting ready to read the contract. As my eyes scanned over the content of the contract, I didn’t find any problem with it; the contract just commanded me to act as a professional fake girlfriend in front of the peo

"What if we’re making a mistake? What if this ruins everything?" Noah cupped my face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "The only mistake would be not giving us a chance. Rachel, I want to be with you, not because of the contract, but because I love you. And I think deep down, you feel the same way.” “I am not feeling any way, just leave me alone” I said leaving his room. “Can I officially call you my girlfriend?” He teased me. “No, contracted girlfriend” I left his room, and I went to my room. I took my phone and I saw different calls and messages from different people, and even unknown numbers.

The way he looked at me gave me chills, but I refused to show it. “I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I said, louder this time, as if saying it again would solidify the truth. “Let me make this perfectly clear: there will never be anything between us. No relationship, no friendship. And as for the contract—I’ll stick to it, but I’m done pretending to be your girlfriend. This ‘friends with benefits’ crap? It’s over. Once this project is finished, I’m leaving the company. And your penthouse? I’m moving out today.”

I was struggling to wrap my head around what he had just said to me. A contract girlfriend? For the next six months. What did that even mean? A man of his status could simply snap a finger and a thousand girls would be ready to be at his beck and call. "What do you mean by contract girlfriend? I don't think I understand clearly" I was staring at him but at the same time avoiding eye contact because of the thoughts that was running through my mind that he was most likely the father of my little Leo.

"Two years. You live in my penthouse. Attend events as my wife. In private, we're strangers. Separate bedrooms. No emotional attachment. When my grandmother dies or the contract ends, you get three million dollars and we divorce." Three million. Vincent would disappear. Sophie would be safe. "You'll sign an NDA. Tell no one about our arrangement. Don't embarrass the Hunt name." His eyes met mine, empty and cold. "Understand?" "Yes." "You move in this weekend. The wedding is Saturday. Small ceremony." I stared at the contract. Page after page of legal terms that essentially said I was selling myself. "One more thing." Alexander's voice dropped lower. "I have a girlfriend. Cassandra. She'll re

By someone I can’t have. I shake my head sharply, snapping out of my reverie. “Get a hold of yourself, Ryan,” I scold sternly as I stand, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “It’s never going to happen again. You, of all people, know that it’s an arrangement.” A contract with an expiry date. We both agreed that we were going to call things off the moment our parents stopped bothering us to get married or take over their companies. It could be a month from now or a year, but the important thing was that it had a timeline.

“Luckily for him, he came across a website where he was able to hire a girlfriend for the night. She met his taste of a high standard girlfriend, gave her a little pay and she stood in as his girlfriend that night.” I rolled my eyes hard. “So what? I should hire a random person to stand as my wife?” His eyes narrowed. “It's not as complicated as you think. Besides, you can host an interview to be sure she meets your standard before giving her the deal. It's contractual and would define in your favor. All you need to do is pay her, which would definitely not be a problem for you.” For some weird reasons, the idea seemed to make sense to me. A fake live-in girlfriend.

“The contract wasn’t just a verbal agreement, Lyra. It’s an actual legal document. Once you signed, you committed to the terms.” Lyra stared at them, her blood beginning to boil. “You’re telling me that I’m trapped in this stupid fake relationship because of some ‘piece of paper’?” “That’s exactly what we’re saying,” Tyson replied, his voice calm but firm. “You agreed to the terms: 300 days as our fake girlfriend in exchange for protection and power. That doesn’t change just because you’re upset about tonight.” Her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You think I care about that contract now? After everything? I should’ve never agreed to it in the first place!”