Novel & Cerita Contract Marriage The Replacement Groom

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."

"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.

He can’t believe what he heard- that both Aimie and Mark’s marriage is only based- on a contract. “W...what did you say? It’s a contract marriage?” Angelo said while stuttering. He wanted to make sure that his hearing is correct and not just his imagination making up things. “Yes, you heard it right. We’re married because of a contract,” Mark confirmed. Angelo’s mouth gape wide; when he heard Mark’s confirmation. Angelo can’t help but curse at the ugly human being for not informing him earlier. If Angelo had known earlier- that both are in a contractual relationship; then he wouldn’t stress himself in thinking about the honeymoon that Aimie and Mark still need- to complete. Finally, Angelo c

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.

To begin with, it was Moriah and Shaun's wedding, so she awkwardly mentioned Ethan's name. The company was indeed a great event firm. They are professionals and excel in their work, furthermore the company strictly follows the Non Disclosure Agreement. So what had happened in Moriah's wedding was never disclosed. Moriah looked at Ethan and caught him staring at her. He leaned and whispered in her ears. "You owe me a wedding ceremony." Moriah was in between complaining and laughing. "We're already married." "I want to change the memory that I have been just a replacement groom," he replied as he gently squeezed her waist.

Replacements could never beat the real thing. "But I can't say no. We made a deal and signed a contract. That's a fact." Roxanne was ashen, her eyes empty. Anya was the color of a tombstone. They didn't just promise Evan they'd marry him over the span of three years verbally. They signed it on paper. One of the clauses made sure the contract couldn't be nullified. The contract would go on if the first marriage wasn't dissolved. That meant that both Anya and Roxanne had to marry him.

"What about the annulment?" "It proceeds. This contract replaces the marriage contract. We're dissolving the personal relationship. Formalizing the professional one." He shakes his head slightly, as if trying to clear it. "You're choosing corporate partnership over... everything else." "I'm choosing sovereignty. With defined terms. No ambiguity. No stress tests. No guardianship plays." I slide a pen toward him. The same silver pen from the original contract. The one he gave me in Chapter 1. "The contract is simple, Gabriel. You get the company back. I get the power to run it. No marriage. No physical intimacy. No manipulation."

She knew she was getting married to Mathew until she heard the officiant saying, "Do you take Denzel Anderson as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love…" She herself replied ,"Yes, I do." Before she could know that her groom had been changed to a total stranger, she sent her consent. She looked at the man who was her groom. In Front of her, a Greek God was standing in the groom's suit. Those killer eyes of his as well as attractive, they had all their attention only on her. For a moment, she was standing still as she couldn't resist how handsome he was, his eyes, his face, his lips