Contract Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

Elena's thoughts raced trying to figure out what the words meant, which appeared to pop off the page. Her pulse quickened as she whispered beneath her breath, "Marriage contract?" She turned the pages, taking in the information. The union was a calculated move, a front kept open to the world. The connection between Avalynn and Jace was a carefully contrived falsehood. Their marriage was a business transaction, a means of combining their families' wealth and influence, not a true love affair.

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.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

Heck, I could even swim in designer clothes until I’d drown. They said money makes you do stupid things. Perhaps that was why I couldn’t stop myself from making the biggest mistake in my life. “I’ll do it,” I whispered, half embarrassed. “I’ll marry you…but not without a contract.”

“Read it.” I shot him a glance and then at the folder. Then I opened it cautiously and scanned the pages. I caught the titled heading and my breath caught. “What?” “Yes.” Darren said dryly. This was a contract. But it was new. My eyes flickered to his again. “What is this?” He just leaned back, studying me. “A deal.” I swallowed, scanning the contents again. Terms of Agreement: Both parties are to stay married for 2 months. If at the end of the 2 months, Party B (Isadora Giordano) finds Party A (Darren Barlowe) unbearable, they will divorce.

“Sit.” She did. The folder stared back at her, thick and intimidating. “The contract,” he said. “You signed the marriage license last night. This covers everything else.” “Everything else,” she repeated. He opened the folder and slid it toward her. Confidentiality agreements. Non-disclosure clauses. Media conduct. Personal boundaries. Financial arrangements. Exit conditions. Her eyes skimmed the pages, heart pounding harder with each line. “This isn’t a marriage,” she said quietly. “It’s a containment plan.”

It was forty-seven pages long. "You're joking." “I don’t mess around when it comes to contracts,” Damien joked. "Page one: the basics. 1 year marriage, since last night. You live in my penthouse, you show up for the required events as my spouse, and we present ourselves as a married couple." "Define 'appearance.'" "We're affectionate in public. You guys will take hands, kiss when we need to, behave like we do in real life." His eyes locked on mine. "Think you can manage that?"

She felt sorry for all he’d been through, Rosita had remarried soon after their divorce, and she wondered what the other woman had been searching for. "Umm ..." Mario cleared his throat, noticing she’d grown quiet and thoughtful. Ms. Inez smiled at him and brushed her fingers across his smooth cheek, still faintly marked by bruises from his fight a few days earlier. "Darling Inez, why did you offer me this contract marriage? May I ask what made you choose me?" he said, curiosity getting the better of him even as sleep began to tug at his eyelids. Her touch was so gentle it made him drowsy.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

The gold lettering on the cover page gleamed beneath the office lights: MUTUAL ASSET AND REPUTATION PROTECTION AGREEMENT. "Forty pages, Grace," Elias stated, his voice returning to its cold, corporate standard as he finally looked toward her father. "A formal, legally binding marriage of convenience. Two years of public appearances. Separate bedrooms. No real intimacy. Two years of absolute, flawless devotion in front of the cameras to stabilize the stock. In exchange, the Thorne Group absorbs your entire debt facility within the hour." Grace stared at the document, her mind racing. A marriage contract. It was a golden noose packaged as a corporate merger.