Contract Marriage 2 Full Novels & Stories

I decided just to hand her our marriage certificate and the contract so I went straight to my room. She scolded for being careless I almost forgot about the presence of our new servants. We took some pictures of our contract she doesn't even bother to read it first I added alot of my terms and conditions. I tore it apart and crumbles it to ball so I can easily burn it later. I ask her to get ready as we have to go to her place It's her turn to introduce me to her parents. I go downstairs and burn our contract at the sink and I wait for her at the couch as I was reading the article about our marriage I saw her walking down and her exposed skin make me gulped.

PARTIES: Party A Doctor Heath Godric Age: 44 years old Occupation: Dentist PARTY B Florence Emry Age: 20 years old Occupation: College Student RECITALS: * Both Party A and Party B wish to establish a contractual marriage with the primary objectives of securing financial advantages and enhancing Doctor Heath Godric’s reputation. * This agreement is a formal legal contract between Party A and Party B, explicitly stating that it does not constitute a genuine marriage. Neither party needs, expects or requires romantic love or sexual intimacy from the other. TERMS AND CONDITIONS: Duration: This contract shall remain in effect for five years or sixty months and to be extended for renewal.

"What was I supposed to say? Maybe I wouldn't have brought her home if I knew you'd be here earlier." Maria's tears flowed freely now, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't believe the man she loved could be so callous. "I thought we had something together. I thought you loved me?" She demanded, her voice cracking. Alejandro scoffed, his eyes rolling. "What do you know about love? How can I be in love with you when our marriage was based on a contract? Did you forget?"

he threatened and just like that, he withdrew from the Cole Group. Like it meant nothing because it actually meant nothing. — Damien and Ava sat in Lauren office, the two chairs faced each other with a table in the middle. There was a document on the table. A contract between them. A marriage contract. Lauren read the rules out loud. Both parties must be in agreement before the contract is nullified, the contract is strictly a business deal as party A(Damien) must take up the bills and responsibility of Party B(Ava) while makes sure they stand out as a real couple while she carries out her revenge on Adrian.

"It was a business contract." Rose kept reading. "Both parties agree to attempt to conceive a child within six months of marriage." "You did that," James said. "You had us." "We had all of you," Adrian said with a smile. "Both parties agree to remain married for a minimum of one year," Rose read. "After which time the contract may be dissolved by mutual agreement." "But you didn't dissolve it," Leo said. "No we didn't," I agreed. "Upon successful completion of one year of marriage and the birth of a child, Party A will pay Party B the sum of five hundred thousand dollars," Rose read and her eyes went wide. "That's so much money!"

his calm expression was changing slowly to a fierce one. "I...I…" He took out a paper from the file and pushed it to her. "You signed a two year contract with me and ended up sending divorce letter after a year and half, huh?" "We are no longer married, and I won't answer to you." "Huh? You don't answer to me? So you realize it's a breach of contract and read these consequences again!" Emily recalled that there were consequences stated in the contract when she signed it nearly seven years ago. "Whatever is the case, the two years are already over and we are divorced now."

I grabbed the folder easily this time, turned it over, and froze when I read the title- ‘Marriage Contract.’ My breath caught in my throat. I felt relieved seeing those words, but it felt like I’d been punched and soothed at the same time. I sat back onto the chair, one knee folded beneath me as I opened the folder and began flipping through the pages. Ronald and Kyla's full names were displayed on the first page. I began reading through the different clauses and conditions. “...Spouses must uphold the public image of union until a minimum period of 3 years…” I stared as I continued reading. So it was all just an act?

“I will not break my rules, and I expect you to honor yours. Two years. No exceptions. Nothing beyond what the contract states. Are we clear?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Crystal clear.” He studied me for a moment, his eyes scanning my face as if testing my resolve. Then, slowly, he extended his hand. “Do we have an agreement?” I took a deep breath. My hand shook slightly as I reached out. The moment our fingers touched, a spark — subtle, undeniable — ran through me. I forced myself to focus on the practical. My hospital. My dreams. The money. “Yes,” I said firmly. “Two years. Contract marriage. One hundred million.”

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.

"Hun, we're married. Your claim wouldn't even hold up in court." The cute frown returns to her face. "It would, if I told them we're not really married." I tilt my head. "Would you now?" She lifts her chin, crossing her arms, trying to look defiant. It only serves to push up her breasts, exposing more of that tempting cleavage. My gaze drops down to the beautiful molds of flesh, and I try not to stare... at least not for long. "Yes." "I think you're getting this all mixed up, sweetheart," I say. "As long as your signature is on that contract, we really are married. Even if it's only temporary."