Novel & Cerita Contract Marriage 2 Full

“Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?” Out of exhaustion or maybe because he was drunk, Charles seemed to have completely lost consciousness. “Marriage?” He drunkenly looked at Sarah. “What is marriage? Is it good? Or is it just a paper? Do you think we must be together after registering? Sarah, did you really think I would be with one woman all of my life? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” He laughed loudly.

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

Rhea couldn't even fathom why he would be mad, he really didn't have any right to be, he was the one that had a one night stand with her, he was the one that claimed to have a fiancée. The priest then asked them to kneel in prayer and blessed their marriage and then it was done, Rory was married, again. Immediately after the joining, they moved to the reception, she entered into the limousine with the bride, the groom and the best man, which happened to be Jason. The rest of the bridal party were to ride in the other car. As the chauffeur locked the door against them, the usually spacey car became stuffy, the newly weds were in their own world and they weren't giving any attention to Jason a

Maximus said, making me smile. "Thank you so much, my love," was all I could say before kissing him deeply, which again sparked the heat between us, filling us with joy only we could give each other. I was happy to know that Maximus Lardizabal was truly my husband now and that our marriage was for life, no longer just a one-year contract for intimacy. This is the story of my love life, which started with a contract and ended in real life as true partners facing life's challenges together.

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

I failed to recognize such because I was overwhelmed by his sudden disturbance and the mention of marriage. “Sit.” My brows furrowed. Why does he order me around like I am a dog? I snorted and took a seat on the couch. He dragged the envelope nearer in my direction before crossing his arms over his chest. “This is a contract about our marriage. Read it.” I don’t have a choice but to do it so I read the entire contract. It was a normal marriage contract aside from its expiration. In two to three years, the contract will expire as well as our bond as a husband and wife will be nullified as what the contract implies.

She pressed them flat against the folder to make them stop. Two million dollars. Six months. Playing pretend with a man whose family had destroyed hers. She made it back to her cubicle and sat down. The office was full now. People at their desks. Phones ringing. Normal Tuesday morning chaos. Nothing about this was normal. Arielle opened the folder. The contract was exactly as thick as it looked. Pages and pages of legal language. Clauses. Stipulations. A non-disclosure agreement. She started reading. Party A (Lucien Moreau) and Party B (Arielle Laurent) agree to enter into a contractual marriage for a period of six (6) months, commencing on the date of legal marriage.

It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside. “It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…” “…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I force a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

He can’t believe what he heard- that both Aimie and Mark’s marriage is only based- on a contract. “W...what did you say? It’s a contract marriage?” Angelo said while stuttering. He wanted to make sure that his hearing is correct and not just his imagination making up things. “Yes, you heard it right. We’re married because of a contract,” Mark confirmed. Angelo’s mouth gape wide; when he heard Mark’s confirmation. Angelo can’t help but curse at the ugly human being for not informing him earlier. If Angelo had known earlier- that both are in a contractual relationship; then he wouldn’t stress himself in thinking about the honeymoon that Aimie and Mark still need- to complete. Finally, Angelo c

“We’re both being forced into this whether we like it or not. Your father and my family have already announced it. The merger documents are signed. The stock market has already responded. We can’t back out without destroying both our companies.” “So?” “So we do it. We go through with the marriage.” He said it matter of factly, like he was discussing a business transaction. “But on our terms. Not theirs.” I sat down across from him. “Explain.” “A contract marriage. Purely business. We get married, put on a good show for the public, keep our families and boards happy. But privately, we live separate lives. No expectations. No obligations beyond what’s legally required.” “Why would you agree to