Contract Marriage The Replacement Groom Mga Nobela at Kwento

~ ISLA ~ A marriage contract? The bold heading stared back at me, stark and cold. My breath stuck in my throat as my fingers hovered over the page. It took a moment to completely digest what I was reading. I noticed this one wasn’t the one I signed before. The clause of three years wasn’t written on the paper. Instead, it was replaced with one cold condition: I would remain his wife for as long as he wanted. My head snapped up. “What…is this supposed to mean?”

"Leah, you're really getting married?! And… and to Nick?!" Jayden's voice cracked from disbelief, like a frayed string pulled too tight. It wasn't just that I'd gotten married, or that the wedding was being broadcast live—what he couldn't accept was that the groom was Nick, the man he'd clashed with for years. "Leah, don't—don't joke like this. I'll marry you, okay? You don't have to go this far to provoke me, dragging Nick into your act. Don't you hate him just as much as I do?"

“Shawn, I’ve been the one helping you move on these past five years. I’ll get jealous if you keep talking like that.” “Ms. Larrinson, it’s too late for regrets. Shawn donated ten million just to bring me to this event.” I looked at the small diamond ring on Jessica’s index finger and sneered, “It’s been five years, and Shawn still hasn’t married you? That diamond’s so small, like your devotion isn’t worth as much as that one million.” Jessica quickly hid her hand behind her back. Her expression was distorted. “What nonsense are you talking about?! Shawn and I are getting married soon. The wedding’s set for next month. He’s going to reserve the entire Maladeivs!”

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.

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.

Contract Marriage Agreement His entire body froze. His eyes moved quickly over the contents. Each sentence he read caused his expression to change drastically. The marriage between Fernando Castello and Aixa had been established through a contract with a predetermined duration. The purpose of the marriage. The obligations of each party. The provisions that would apply if either party violated the agreement. Elio swallowed with difficulty. "That's impossible..." He flipped to the next page roughly, unable to believe what he was seeing. At first, he had thought he had misunderstood.

His expression changed instantly. “What is that?” I swallowed nervously. “The marriage contract.” Jason stepped forward immediately and snatched the papers from my hands. His eyes scanned the pages quickly. Then froze. genuine shock appeared on his face. Jason Lu. The groom’s signature. His signature. The atmosphere turned suffocating. “This…” he muttered slowly. “What kind of sick joke is this?” “No joke, Young Master,” one elderly executive answered carefully. “Chairman Lu legally arranged this marriage before his death.”

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”