Contract Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

He whispers without looking at me, but I quickly glance at him and, not knowing what to say, turn my gaze back to the priest. ... "I now pronounce you husband and wife!" These final words definitively closed my shackles. I know very well it's not a real marriage, and everything in this temple is just a simple act. However, all the rules of this contract literally bind me to the D'Angelo surname, and every step of mine will be dictated by the stunningly beautiful and annoyingly sexy man beside me. My eyes fixate on the white gold ring on my ring finger and the delicate and beautiful solitary stone, large enough that I know, is every bride's desire to receive. Then, I slide the wide band ring

I said with a serious tone, she must’ve noticed how serious I was about this, she remained silence while I was telling her the whole story from the start till the end. Tress froze for a moment before she finally raise her eyebrows, as if she just realized everything that I just told her. I nodded at her, she stood excitedly, a wide smile appeared to her face, I frowned, unable to understand her reaction, she walked closer to me, I looked at her questioningly. "That’s even better!! it’s exactly what happens in love novels, it starts like this, with a marriage contract!!” she said standing, I was shocked from her weird reaction at first but now this?? I start to think she doesn’t even listen t

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Miranda was mad with anger. “No, he couldn't. We did everything we can but he's not guilty at all. On top of that, the Grant empire is seriously declining and our money is still dwelling with them”. “Good! However, make arrangements for my return to the company”. “Of course!” ****** On a bright and sunny day, the church bells melodiously rang, sending the word of love out to the world. Playing along with the sound of waves crashing on the beach, the solemn tunes of a wedding march graced the earth as the fated wedding officially began.

He said, and they settled back on their seats while Christian walk in and settled on the black leather couch behind the client and Mishka was a little annoyed by his intrusion everywhere. “Oh, please don’t mind me,” Christian said as he picked Scarlett’s latest novel ‘The Antagonist Of My life’ from the centre table with his air pods on and Mishka’s heart picked race. “Never mind, How can I help you?” Mishka averted her gaze from Christian and she opened the file the man forwarded in her direction. “I want you to prepare a contract marriage agreement for me,” The man said and Mishka’s dark brown eyes snapped back to him while Christian smiled flipping the page of the book, completely engross

“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.

“Living Under One Roof” ANNA’S P.O.V Morning came too fast. Not the gentle kind of morning people write poetry about. No birds singing. No peaceful glow through curtains. Just reality. A massive chandelier above me. A bed too soft to be legal. And the reminder that I had officially signed my life into a three-month contract marriage with the most arrogant man alive. I sat up slowly, clutching the silk bedsheet around me like it could protect my dignity. Then I remembered—

"Just because it's a contract marriage, it doesn't give me the right to hurt you. I'm sorry you had to see that text. I'm done with Sloane, and every other woman involved. I really want to be a good husband to you, Claire. I want to see where this relationship takes us." I couldn't resist when Christian spoke that way. My heart couldn't resist. It melted. I lifted my face and kissed him. It seemed he was waiting for me to do just that. He gently held my jaw and kissed me back, his lips moving over mine sweetly. My hand snaked into his hair and curled around the lush strands. His hair was so soft. His other hand lowered to my waist and squeezed, bringing me closer to him. If we didn't stop no

She read the first page standing right there between the shelves. Then she read it again. Then she flipped to the second page and read that too. Her hand was very still on the paper. A marriaged contract. Formal and legal and signed by both parties. Christopher Sterling and Celine. Terms outlined clearly. The arrangement. The duration. The expectations from both sides. A contract marriage.Why was this even here? Cassia stood in that cold records room and felt something shift inside her. Something that started as shock and moved quickly into something else entirely.

He rises slowly, rounds the desk, and sits on the edge, leaning in. “This sort of behaviour could attract…punishment,” he says. I straighten my shoulders and meet his gaze head-on. No way was I letting him shake me. He holds my stare for a heartbeat longer before standing and returning to his chair. "Let’s get this over with.” “Right. We’re going over the rules and agreements before we put pen to paper.” “So…what would you like to lay down?” He chuckles. “Ladies first.” “Fine. First of all, no Intimacy, whatsoever. It's a contract marriage, not a real one. No expectations of a physical relationship.