Contract Lover Novels & Stories

I pleaded. “Catherine, my counterpart has tried that, but it seems you are the big barrier between Angela and that dude. I believe that when you die, his concentration will be on Angela only. Moreover, you breached your contract as well.” “wha…What contract?” “You were to find his lover and not fall in love with him, you tried your best but fell in love with him. I have talked a lot. I need to kill you now.” “How did you know I was coming here?”

While covered in blood and bruises he was still attracted to her. "I can help you Kat, but only if you let me," he said while he crouched to meet her gaze. "Just agree to be mine and we'll leave here. You won't be maltreated anymore, Kat. I'll treat you right and you know that. Just give me a chance," he said, his hands cupping her red swollen cheeks and she winced due to the burning sensation. She used all her might to send his hands off her face and spat, "Know this Luke, I, Katiya RICHMOND, would never warm your bed or be yours!"

Angel remembers her conversation with Nicholas. "Don't forget that I'm always following you, and I see everything you do," Nicholas says and the same tall man as He entered the room and stood next to him. "Meet Angel, this is my good friend Chris Shane who is actually also the best agent in Miami," Nicholas says and the same man salutes you. "Very nice to meet you, Angel," the guy says and smiles at Angel. "Chris will make sure you carry out your tasks and keep me informed of everything that happens. So if you try to break your agreement Chris will make sure to keep me informed. "Nicholas says.

"Holy Shit, you guys were faking it all this time?" I sighed and answered. "It was a contract marriage but we somehow grew close to each other, so I wouldn't say that all of it was fake." "So you're telling me that you have started to have feelings for your contractual wife." "Pretty much." "Okay. So what's the problem?" Then I told him the whole story of Evan and those pictures along with Brie's confession. "Woah. To say that your love life is complicated is an understatement." He commented.

I whispered against his lips. His cock in my hand pulsated at my words making me smile. I gave it another squeeze and then a stroke. “Easy, honey, you don’t want it over even before we begin,” he joked taking his penis off my hands. My heart skipped at the endearment, while I smiled at his words knowing they aren’t true. One of the things that makes Damien a good lover is his stamina. “Are you sure?” He looked at me making sure I really wanted to take this to the next level.

“People change, Rocco. You can’t glue a broken vase back together and pretend the cracks aren’t there.” His expression hardened. “It’s not broken as long as you’re here.” He pulled a document from a drawer and slapped it on the coffee table. “Sign it.” I glanced at the title: LIFETIME AGREEMENT. No term limit. No dollar amount. Just one sentence: Clara Vance willingly agrees to become the legal wife of Rocco Moretti, the one and only mistress of the Moretti family, until death do they part. “This isn’t a contract.” Rocco cornered me, his eyes burning. “It’s a proposal. I’m giving Leo a name. I’m giving you a name.”

" And I won't let anything happen to you. Remember our agreement?" His reminder pulled me back to the Foundation Foundation of our relationship—the contract initially defining our roles with cold precision. Initially, it had been simple, transactional: I was here to be his Luna and provide him with an heir, nothing more. The terms were clear, and the distance between us had been vast, reinforced by Max's aloof demeanor and my guarded fear. We were two strangers bound by obligation rather than choice.

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

“Marriage?” “Yes but a fake marriage,” Mark said quickly. “It would be more like a contract. Just for a year. You’d be compensated with more than enough to cover Caleb’s treatment and more.” Cara shook her head at the absurdity of it all. “You can’t be serious. Who would even ask for something like that?”

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.