Contract Marriage 2 Full Novels & Stories

He picked up a black leather folder before returning to Hellena and handing it to her without ceremony. “Read it.” Hellena accepted the folder with trembling fingers. The moment she opened it, her eyes quickly scanned the official document titled: Contract Marriage Agreement. The terms were written with rigid precision: • The marriage will last for one year only. • No physical contact of any kind is permitted. • Emotional attachment or personal feelings are strictly prohibited. • Neither party may interfere in the other's private affairs. • The marriage must remain completely confidential from the public and workplace. • Both parties will live under the same roof but occupy separate bedrooms

Before starting to discuss we decided to have a lunch first, I ordered a carbonara spaghetti, while Aaron ordered a medium-rare steak. After done with our lunch, Aaron's lawyer finally take out the whole contract marriage files. "So miss Fransisco, here in the contract, it said that you and Mr. Eduardo will be married for 5 years and in those 5 years, you both will live in the same house, but will not have any kind of romance related relation with eachother," the lawyer started. I nodded my head, it feels wrong but I cannot do other than agree, I at least didn't want to dissapoint my dad and mum, but is it a wrong move to take?

I asked her “No I’m not sir, can I leave now?” she asked me, looking frustrated. “ you can leave,” I said and watched as she left my office. I'll marry her, I have to even if I have to kidnap her mother. I'll do that. I called my lawyer to draft a marriage contract based on my terms and have it delivered tomorrow. I don't have time, Tom would be getting married in less than a week and I have to get married before him.

But he also knows that I am a man of my word, and once I’ve decided, there’s no turning back. I read the clauses. 1. No right to touch each other. 2. No sharing of bed. 3. No emotional attachment or sexual relationship. 4. No interference in each other’s life. I scoff as I read through the contract. It’s clear that Grace wants nothing to do with me beyond the terms of our agreement. Well, that’s fine by me. I have no intention of getting emotionally involved, either. This marriage is simply a means to an end, a way to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That’s what he did. And this time, that’s what would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his lip, he called up his lawyer in London, Mark Revera and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

"These are the terms and conditions of our agreement." Back in the solitude of my home, I sank onto the couch and unfolded the contract. The legal jargon sprawled across the pages, outlining a rigid framework: 1. **Duration**: The marriage would endure for one year from the date of signing. 2. **Residency**: I was required to reside exclusively with Zack at his designated home for the entire duration of the marriage. 3. **Public Appearance**: Zack and I must appear together publicly at least once a month, maintaining the facade of a committed couple.

Waiting. My hands shook as I turned to the first page of the contract, the paper crisp and official-looking. At the top, in bold letters: MARRIAGE AGREEMENT BETWEEN DAMIAN ALEXANDER COLE AND SCARLET MARIE HAYES. Seeing our names together like that made something twist in my chest. "Let's go through the terms," Marcus said, his voice carefully neutral. "Page one outlines the basic structure. This is an eighteen-month contractual marriage with the option to renew if both parties agree."

He hands it to me, and when I open it, my eyes widen. A marriage contract. Pages and pages of legal language, but certain clauses jump out at me: Party B (Anastasia Moretti) agrees to reside full-time in Party A’s (Vincent Torres) primary residence for the duration of the contract... Party B will attend all public events with Party A, presenting as a unified couple... Party B will not engage in romantic or sexual relationships with any other parties... This arrangement will remain in effect for a minimum of one year or until such time as the Ashford matter is resolved...

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