Contract Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

I grabbed the remote, flipping it by myself, and the next station gave me a not-so-bad idea of how to resolve my marriage predicament: ★Contract Marriage with Camilla★. I couldn’t help but smirk as a weird thought came to my mind. ____ I and Jeff walked out of the limousine in the parking lot, and I had just gone through my third blind date. I looked crazily exhausted and drained; I really didn’t seem to be enjoying it. “What is the name of the woman I am meeting with next? That’s what you should be asking me,” Jeff pointed at me, his eyes twitching from the ray of sunlight. I bet I could still recognize Jeff from those particular features if looked at closely.

“You are my wife and not some fling. Living in the same house makes me feel like I am disrespecting you, our contract and marriage. I promised to give you everything you wanted in a marriage, and this is just the beginning…l got us a house and it is in your name. So, the property is yours, whether you divorce me or not. I want our lives to start afresh.” I could not help but smile with stinging eyes. This side of Anthony made my heart flutter unlike never before. Looking at him now and hearing these words from him made me wish what we had was true and not some type of contract. If he could do this for me, just to fulfil the wish I had of him and I, what more would he do if he was in love? Th

Raphael who understood Victor's action whispered some words into Mr Vic's hear. "You see, Rachel cannot get married now. She is an employee of Mr Raphael and she signed a work contract for three years with him so within this period, she is not allowed to get married. It is in the contract she signed" Mr Vic explained to the family. "You can do that, what kind of contract doesn't allow employees to get married?" Rachel's grandmother asked. "Actually, she signed as an housekeeper and my boss cannot tolerate lateness due to family problem or pregnancy, especially pregnancy". Mr Vic replied

Like a scene from her romance novel. That's for sure. You yourself are a Gentleman of Logic. She'd better read sci-fi novels and wait for the aliens to flood the world. That possibility seems much easier. ... You've had enough. Eric was sick and tired of watching her show off around the other men. Sure, she just danced with them. But she rarely left Conte, laughing easily and being comfortable with him, all of which angered Eric. Their marriage is said to look solid to outsiders. What if rumors spread about the Italian count and Carina? The waterfront project contract will be even more difficult, because once he reaches the agreement, he will wish to punch the Gentle Gentleman's handsome fac

Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already. She was married! With Kelvin Williams! "We will pack all the things in your house," Kelvin said, breaking Luliyah out of her thoughts. Luliyah looked up, seeing Kelvin who said it while closing his eyes. "Ah ... But ..." Luliyah couldn't digest it all. Everything was happening so fast. Wasn't their marriage just a contract marriage? Should she also live with Kelvin? 'Contract marriage...' They were married because of their own interests. Harris initially opposed the marriage because Kelvin was in no gain position. Kelvin will spend a lot of money to pay for Luliyah's mother hospital bill, but what will she give Kelvin in return?

Bound by Revenge The crisp, white pages of the marriage contract stared back at Claire Donovan, taunting her with the weight of the decision she was about to make. Each carefully typed word, each legal clause, felt like another nail in the coffin of her past life. This wasn’t just a contract—it was a gamble, a risk that could either grant her justice or destroy her completely.

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

“Glad you mentioned that. I spent all night studying even better ones. Amore. Tesoro. Carina. Giola Mio. Dolcezza. Bellisima—” I zone his voice out as I reach the table with the papers on top. There’s a marriage contract. A typical one. There’s nothing extra listed, not even a clause that I can use as an attack. If anything, this is the most normal marriage contract I have ever seen. And he’s already signed in his name.

Scarlett giggles, and I shoot her a look. “I fail to see how this counts as romantic, Scar. It’s quite creepy, to say the least,” Carla groans, taking a sip of her margarita. “Come on, it is kind of romantic though. Like a movie-style possessive alpha male character. It’s kinda hot,” Scar defends, and I wriggle my nose in disagreement. “I’m yet to fully understand that document. Too many clauses for a contract marriage. I could use your lawyer brain here, Nancy,” I growl.

I watch the clock until 11:47 PM, my fingers tracing the digital copy of the contract Lucien has already sent to my email. Clause 4: Discretion. The Bride shall not interfere with the Groom’s external associations. Clause 9: Possession. Upon signing, the Bride becomes a resident of the Vale Estate. Failure to comply results in the immediate reinstatement of all charges against George Blackwood. He doesn't just want my hand; he wants to isolate me. At 1:20 AM, my phone chimes. A text arrives from the same "Unknown" number that has been haunting me. “The courthouse side entrance. Five minutes. Don’t be late, Lo. George is already in the holding cell.”