Contract Marriage With Mysterious President Novels & Stories

“Are you sure about this, Sophia? Once you sign them, there’s no going back.” I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” For two years, I had lived in the shadow of a contract marriage. A marriage that wasn’t born out of love, but necessity. My grandmother, in her final days, had pushed me into it. She didn’t mean to be cruel—her heart was in the right place. She wanted to see me secure, married to a man who could give me the stability she feared I couldn’t find on my own. So, James Dalton, the third son of the powerful Dalton family, was chosen. He needed connections for his enterprise to thrive in New York City, and my grandmother’s influe

He’d grabbed her the moment she’d walked in the front door, wrapping his arms around her as her whistle dropped from her hands. “I have a surprise for you,” he’d said, grinning. “Close your eyes. No looking. No, really. I’m not kidding.” “I hate surprises,” Diana protested now. She could perceive the scent of the man holding her, it was the president general and she intuitively knew that. "Let go of me!" She agitated but Mark didn't let go. Diana was wondering what people would say about the all of sudden closeness between her and the president general who will be getting married tomorrow.

And since I could not help it, I pulled it away at the last second to his frustration, pretending to analyze the papers again. "Marlon, if you are looking for some kind of setup or prank, you are wasting your time. You know very well I am a man of my word. And the agreement was, get married and stabilize your life, and you will have the presidency as well as all my assets. Now that I see it is truly a marriage of feelings, why postpone the inevitable?" he asked, interlacing his fingers. "You deserve the promotion."

“S-sorry… I mean… her. Won’t she say anything?” She studies me for a moment. “Her name is Ashley. You can call her Ash. She won’t be a problem—she’s a good kid. I’ll handle it.” I nod slowly. With that, she walks away, leaving me leaning back against the wooden railing of the staircase. My heart pounds in my chest, my mind spinning. The president is married… to the Knowles princess? How is that even possible? Warrick has been the only MC president who refused to remarry after losing his first love in his early twenties they say.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

Layla laughed, "they will soon get use to it though you might receive a lot of heat. Zoey got that too when my elder brother started taking her serious. But as soon as they got married, the heat died down." "Ohh, I don't think the relationship I have with the president is that serious. Anyways, my contract expires on fifteenth December... that's basically a month and two weeks from now." I was fully dressed, going to the mirror to prep my face up. "Don't be too certain. You never know what might happen. This is the very first time the president is taking a woman this serious. And with the way things are going between the two of you, I don't see him letting you go after then. His late mom is

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

Why do I keep doing this to myself? "The marriage wasn't fake, Hailey," he says, exasperation dripping from his tone. But I don't give a flying fuck about how frustrated he is right now. He caused it. "My lawyer messed up the deal. Instead of us signing a fake agreement, we actually got legally married by contract," he hesitates, like he's preparing himself to deliver more bad news. "For one year." Ah ha. I knew there had to be more. On Monday, we met at Levi's attorney's office to sign what was supposed to be a fake marriage contract, because Levi insisted that my parents might want proof that we're really married.

Mary asked with a frown and Sarah's frown got deeper after hearing that. They were in her second office of event managing. After reaching the office, Mary and Sarah completely locked themselves inside her cabin. They both were busy reading the contract papers with Mr King again with a lot of concentration after Mr King told her to read it and that is when they found the shocking thing in the contract which they missed completely. Among all the important clauses and conditions, there was a really weird and shocking condition. The clause says, 'Party B, Sarah Watson, can not get married until she successfully gets done with party A, Mr King's marriage.'