Contract Marriage The Replacement Groom Novels & Stories

Grace was back at the office and she went about her daily activities like a princess, and like one who had committed no crime. Noah tried to reach his wife severally to explain things to her but she never picked his calls. He didn't want to go back on his words do he didn't go to the house to disturb her. All she was waiting was for him to sign the papers and set her free from the marriage. Liam on his own part was waiting for his father to return from his ‘business trip.’ What he didn't know was that his father now lived in one of the luxurious hotels he owned in the state. Gu Yanxi made the necessary calls and with Elisha's help, she contacted the wedding planners and they set to work. The

“If he doesn’t want to marry me, fine, we don’t have to do this. Do you think I’m desperate to marry him?” The officiant and wedding planner exchanged uneasy looks before stepping forward. “Miss, isn’t this gentleman the groom?” The room went silent for a moment. Then, everything exploded. “Don’t be ridiculous! The groom is Owen Lewis! That’s the bride’s ex. What kind of wedding company is this?” “This is a wedding, not a joke!” “Where did Owen even go? I always said he was unreliable…” The noise swelled again as the officiant grew anxious and pulled Gavin forward. “Then let him explain himself. Are you the groom today or not?”

All three people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. As she was leaving, Valentina vaguely heard the photographer’s complaint: “I had never seen such a strange young couple.” They’re a match made in heaven, but they don’t know how to laugh. Valentina sighed and denied it, not that she didn’t know how to laugh; she didn’t want to. Is there anything to be proud of in a marriage linked by a paper contract? Getting married is as simple as it costs nine dollars. It drizzled in the sky. Neither brought an umbrella.

I looked up into his eyes again. "yes, marriage contract, that's what happens when you get your nose into people's business" he said standing from his chair, I looked down to see his signature was already there, I looked to the name in the opposite of his name to find it was mine, the only difference is, there was no signature below it.

Contract Marriage My head moved when I heard Stefano's voice, so my attention went to him. "Sign that contract. I will help you hide and escape from your family but in exchange for that, I want you to marry me tomorrow because my parents have been pestering me to get married for a long time now. I'm getting irritated because they keep repeating themselves. Our marriage will only last for three years so you can save up and be able to support yourself on your own without your family when you already escape from them. I just want to remind you again that you are heavily guarded by your mother's men, so if you don't want to get shot and put your life at risk, you'll sign that contract. All the t

And then, as if he had planned it all along, he reached down beside him and placed a file on the table between us. “I’ve drafted a new contract,” he said. “We can sign it after the wedding.” I stared at the folder, my heart twisted in disappointment. What was I expecting? I don't know either, but absolutely not a contract. Either way maybe it's for the best at least we will both learn to live like the strangers we already become.

I stared at him across the café table, watching as he calmly laid out the details of our upcoming marriage like he was planning a business merger. He looked so good so serious like that. "We’ll stay married for a year," he said, his voice steady, almost too steady, like he had practiced this several times. "We will be married for that time frame and then we’ll get a divorce. I’ll take full responsibility for it publicly—I’ll say I was the one at fault. I’ll compensate you for your time and trouble, and you won’t have to worry about the media backlash. I’ll handle it all. I just need to play your part well."

Back at the hotel, we signed the marriage contract and had a small celebration; the big party was to take place in his parents' mansion. I was looking out the window when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to my husband; he raised his phone to me and showed me what he was writing on his notepad app. The message said, "I don't want the driver to hear us, so write your response here. I agreed to eliminate the one-year time limit from our marriage contract and informed my lawyer of this new arrangement. In exchange, I expect you to keep your part of the deal and act like a happy bride, especially in front of my parents." After I read the message, I took the phone from him, typed, "I understa

"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.