Contract Marriage 2 Full Novels & Stories

Christ, what have I gotten myself into? “Rule one: We're not in love. This is a contracted marriage. There will be no love, no jealousy, no possessiveness, no asking about the other's whereabouts. All you have to do is play the role of a perfect wife, give birth, and leave with your body still intact.” He explained, and I swallowed, listening attentively. “Rule 2: never tell anyone about the contract. We're married, that's all anyone needs to know. Just those two rules. Do you understand?” He asked, and I nodded quickly, earning a satisfied smirk from him. “You can leave.”

He let go of my hand and gestured toward the file. “Sign.” I went over to the table. I took up the pen, which shook uncontrollably in my trembling hand. I studied the contract. Article 4: The Party of the Second Part (Mira) agrees to total secrecy about the "Condition" of the Party of the First Part. Article 5: The Party of the Second Part agrees to perform her duties of a wife faithfully. Article 9: The duration of the marriage shall be not less than five years. Failure to comply leads to harsh punishment.

"You have been mine to raise, mine to protect, mine to guide since you were nine years old. I carved you into this woman standing before me. I paid for your food, your clothes, your education. I shaped you. And I do not share what is mine. I will not let anyone else take you. And I will not let anyone harm you." "It's just a contract," he continued, pushing the papers closer. The sound of the paper sliding against wood sounded like a gunshot in the silence. "Two years. That is all. We play the part in public. We smile for the cameras. We maintain the image of a perfect, loving couple. In private... we maintain our distance. I will not force you to do anything you do not want. After two years

"I had my lawyers prepare this" He handed it to me, and I opened it carefully. CONTRACT MARRIAGE AGREEMENT. My pulse skipped as I slowly skimmed through the pages. "Wait.... I frowned. "There are actual rules?" Kieran folded his arms. "Naturally". So I kept on reading. Rule One: No involvement with other men during the duration of the contract marriage. Rule Two: Attend official functions beside husband. Rule Three: Maintain public image of loving marriage. Rule Four:

"You look like a mess." "I just lost my home," I snapped, a spark of my old fire returning. "Forgive me if I didn't stop for a manicure on the way to my 'sale.'" A flicker of something—amusement?—passed through his eyes before they turned back to ice. "Sit. Read the contract. You have five minutes." He slid a thick folder across the desk. I sat, my hands shaking as I flipped through the pages. Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days.

He gestured to a white document on a side table, an elegant fountain pen resting on the glossy paper. Serena felt an odd mixture of emotions and didn't know what to say. Instead, she walked over, picked up the contract, and began reading. The document was a very formal agreement, explicitly defining the nature of her engagement to Matthew. It made it clear that they would divorce at the end of a two-year period. During these two years, Serena would have access to limitless wealth and enjoy the privileges associated with her status, but only if she maintained a low profile. This was Serena's understanding, and it was far from what she had expected.

as he likes to call them as a wife is not allowed” “that’s absurd….what if you’re in love with her? I ask “I don’t fall in love miss evans” he answers his tone sharp I nod “so I marry you for one year…and in exchange you’ll help pay for my sisters treatment? “yes” he nods “okay I take a deep breath “what is expected of me if i’m to marry you” I ask wanting to know what i’m getting myself into “you’ll live with me in my house for the duration of the marriage…we’ll try to show up as a loving couple to the public…you’ll meet my family, the rest of the stipulations will be stated in a contract you’ll sign before the day of the wedding” he explains

Miranda was mad with anger. “No, he couldn't. We did everything we can but he's not guilty at all. On top of that, the Grant empire is seriously declining and our money is still dwelling with them”. “Good! However, make arrangements for my return to the company”. “Of course!” ****** On a bright and sunny day, the church bells melodiously rang, sending the word of love out to the world. Playing along with the sound of waves crashing on the beach, the solemn tunes of a wedding march graced the earth as the fated wedding officially began.

No 6: You may touch nothing which belongs to him. No 7: You may not invite your friends to his house, oh! Especially male friends. No 8: You may not talk and spend time with his housemaids. No 9: You may not meet his family without his permission. And the last one, Soo-Yun, you know it is a contract marriage, so you can’t stop him from dating anyone or meeting anyone or he will also not stop you.” Won-Chal cleared her and took a glance at his friend, who was staring at Soo-Yun with no emotions. Soo-Yun nodded in order of agreement. Won-Chal passed her the pen, and she glanced at Jun-Sang, who was gazing at her emotionlessly. She sighed and signed the agreement. After that, she bowed to Won-C

But behind that promise, on our wedding day, Edric handed me a thin folder. I still remember that day clearly. Inside was a contract, barely two pages long, with words that chilled my heart: “The marriage will last two years. No emotional involvement required. After that, both parties are free to end it.” I smiled and signed my name. Not because I believed in love, but because I needed a place to start over. And deep down, I had hoped that maybe within those two years, I could find something, perhaps a sense of belonging, a bit of peace.