Novel & Cerita Contract Marriage With My Ceo Boss

It was a very relaxed smile which made Marie more anxious. “But I don’t have any secret,” I muttered. The moment Marie heard that, she acted like she was about to go crazy. In a low tone, she muttered, “Your contract marriage, Natasha. Why can’t you remember? It’s not as if you’re suffering from Alzheimer.” “What contract marriage?” I asked. “I am married to Bruce Stamford and it’s real. Why would I go into a contract marriage? It’s not as if I’m bored of real relationships.” “Is this it? Do you intend to act like it’s untrue, huh?” Marie asked angrily.

Jealous. “Elena, do you have any idea what an image like this could do to my reputation?” His voice was sharp. “People will see this and laugh. Wells Enterprises’ CEO’s wife caught with another man.” “I wasn’t cheating!” He didn’t respond. Instead, he walked to his desk, pulling open a drawer. A moment later, he placed a document in front of me. I inhaled sharply. The marriage contract. His fingers tapped a specific clause. No infidelity under any circumstance.

I let out a slow exhale with my fingers against my temples. This was yet another lie I had cooked up for survival, a contract bound by necessity rather than love. It was the only way to secure my position in the company. The board had been clear earlier this year: an unmarried CEO within a year of appointment would leave the company vulnerable to restructuring, a clause buried deep within my grandfather’s ironclad policies. They claimed that marriage for me would mean stability. It would mean security. A man who could be trusted to lead. So this was me trying to give them exactly what they wanted.

"You just blushed and looked away when I tried to remove my shirt. How can you argue that?" "Because...because," I faltered and tried to get my thoughts in check. "It is weird, alright! It has not been easy to stop seeing you as more than my boss, and besides, this is just a contract marriage." I yawned and lay back on the bed again as I began to count the ceiling boards. Beside me, the bed dipped and Cole sighed as he lay down, the bottle still in his hand. "Yeah. You have a point though. This is just a contract marriage," he said and turned to face me. "But you've got to get used to being comfortable about stuff like this."

The mind is fickle and corrupted. So why do not I just start with a contract? If I tell her that she will get profit in this marriage, then she will say yes. What woman would want to reject such a great proposal? Any woman would be a fool to deny this. I am not sure at all that this relationship will survive, so I will make Hoor my wife with the help of this contract. In this relationship, both of us will live like a couple in front of the world, and then this is what my father needs—a partner for me. And that is what I will get. A partner for a year.

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. I gulped, my hands started shaking, still holding the paper, I stood from my chair, "this is madness!! There's no way I'm agreeing to this!!" I said he turned to face me, walking closer to me, "you have to and you will" he threatened, I raised my face daring his glares, "really? Why would i?" I asked, I think It's a stupid question, I know he planned really carefully for this, I know him well, he wouldn't offer me this contract if he didn't know I'll agree eventually. "because, you

"I signed over control of the company to him, thinking he would help me grow it. But now, he's withdrawing funds and making decisions that are tanking the stock prices. I'm scared, John. I don't know what he's capable of." John's tone turned stern. "Don't worry, Emily. We'll get the divorce letter prepared and filed ASAP. And we'll look into getting a restraining order to protect your company's assets. You're not alone in this. We'll get through it together." Emily's voice dropped to a whisper, her words laced with urgency. "But, John, you can't meet with Jackson yet. I'm under a marriage contract with him, and it's complicated." John's tone turned surprised. "A marriage contract? Emily, why

Maya POV “If you read our contract clearly, it states that no question is to be asked. Just do your job and leave after 1week. I am paying you for it.” That's one of the worst egoistic words I have ever heard in my life. Too arrogant. Too void of care and I wonder how that kind of man tends to live with his own daughter. Those words haven't left my head even till this present morning and to think I was feeling sick. My head throbbed, and under my ribs, a slow, sick burn crawled its way up my chest. I pressed a hand to my stomach. It didn't help.

“We’re not even married yet, and you think I’m difficult. Lay off me, Lucien.” “You signed a contract.” My eyes twitch. “Not fucking ownership.” “But it’s a contract. Or did you already forget all the clauses?” “Right! About that!” I twist my body to face him. “What exactly did you gain from that contract? Huh? I’m a nobody who is just the mother of your child. You’re a worldwide CEO whose reputation would probably tank if they found out that you had a child before marriage. You could get rid of me, and no one will even find out. Marry your precious Seraphina and be with your son. There’s nothing you’re gaining from it, so why make me marry you!”

"I’ll call your driver to take you home." "No! I'm not drunk!" she screamed while striking him on the chest. "I’m not leaving until you tell me the wedding is back on!" "Georgia, there is no us to fix. We were never in a real relationship," Apollo said while his jaw was tightening. "I told you that I love someone else. She’s the one I want to marry." "Who?! That secretary?!" Georgia spat the word like it was poison. "Apollo, wake up! She’s a nobody! She isn't on your level!"