Contract Marriage The Replacement Groom Novels & Stories

Who does he think he is? Without another word, he stretches the envelope to me. I rip it open and pull out a document. A marriage contract. I can’t help the laugh that rips past my throat. “What the hell is this?” “The wedding won’t hold if you don’t sign that.” I scan through the document. The contract has a lot of terms. Rain states them as I read. “We’ll be married on paper only. We will give everybody a show, my father included, just like you want.”

He also added that I was his mate in the last sentence and I was a new member of the Noatak River Pack. The return message took longer than the first response and when it arrived it stated that a representative would come to discuss the matter personally tomorrow afternoon with the both of us causing me to grow nervous. “What if they make me return to Phillips,” I asked him sullenly. Turning in his chair Conri shook his head. “They won't because you will be my marked mate by the time of their arrival and mates supersede wedding contracts,” he said with a devilish grin. Swallowing uncomfortably I could hear Elina growing restless in my subconscious. She was overly excited about mating with th

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

I throw bread at his head immediately, and unfortunately, he catches it. The tavern is unusually warm tonight. Music echoes through the underground halls while pirates prepare drinks and decorations loudly around us. It’s his birthday. “You really want to do this?” Milo asks quietly while painting one of the ceremonial pirate symbols. I touch the necklace around my throat unconsciously. “Yes.” No hesitation, and Luxe immediately looks emotional. “Oh, God. My children are getting married.” “That sounds so weird,” Milo mutters “Not officially,” I shrug. “Blood binding is literally pirate marriage,” Milo says.

~ 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?"

“Daddy?” Shawn’s grip loosened suddenly, and his face turned deathly pale. “Tiana, how dare you marry other guy with my child!” He stared at me, his gaze dark and menacing, as if trying to pin me in place. I rubbed my reddened wrist and looked at him calmly. “That’s right, I’m married. Tessa is his child. Shawn, you really think too highly of yourself.” “You think I’d believe you’re married just because you just found some random man to pretend to be your husband?” As if trying to convince himself, Shawn’s expression grew more certain.

Perhaps humiliation. Lady Beatrice lifted her teacup. “Then I suggest we find someone capable before the Harrington board begins to wonder whether the Vale family can manage a ceremony, let alone a merger.” There it was. The truth beneath the lace and champagne. This wedding had never been about love. It was about power. By noon, the dismissed planner had left the building in tears. By one-thirty, Alexander’s office had placed calls to three luxury event firms. By three-fifteen, his assistant informed him that one name had come highly recommended.

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.”