Contract Marriage With Mysterious President Novels & Stories

An hourglass shaped body any man would die for, and would undoubtedly make some ladies really jealous. There’s my mesmerizing emerald eyes and high cheekbones, hard to come by. 5 feet 8 tall, full, luscious lips and a symmetrical face. Definitely, I am a complete charm. But, my parents turned out to be the perfect obstacle sent to ruin my perfectly, outlined world. Everything spiralled the very day I was made to enter into a contract marriage with Asher Smith. When I first met him, he was running for the presidential post in the country. He got appointed a president afew days after the marriage, where he won the election.

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.

I couldn’t see her. But I felt her there. We were on opposite ends of the house, preparing in different ways, but somehow we were still moving in the same rhythm. I went to the firebox and pulled out a small, flat envelope. Inside was the very first copy of the marriage contract. The one I’d drawn up with her father. The original sin of our story. I stared at it for a long time. Not with regret. But with recognition. That man—who thought love could be negotiated, who believed he could build a family out of obligation—was a stranger to me now.

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

"My wife and I are here to address the malicious rumors regarding our marriage." Before I could even finish the sentence, a reporter in the front row stood up, interrupting me. "Mr. Voss! A new document was leaked to the press just five minutes ago," the reporter shouted, holding up a printout. "It's a signed contract between you and Lila, dated the day of your wedding. Clause four explicitly states that this marriage will be dissolved in exactly twelve months with a payout of ten million dollars. Care to explain why your 'devoted' wife has a contract with an expiration date?"

I glance at the clock on the wall; the emptiness of this room seems to swallow me up. Why am I alone on my wedding night? At least I could have expected some conversation, some acknowledgment that we were now married, though that marriage was not born out of love but rather out of force. But there is complete silence. And then it dawns on me—the cold reality of what Noah had said before. This is a business arrangement, period. I am his wife on paper, and that’s just it.

How did she even meet someone like Matthieu? "The most eligible billionaire bachelor in the country reaches out to his worst enemy from highschool for a contract marriage for reasons no one knows. Is he trying to cover up a dark secret or does he just need a wife to birth him and heir?" He stared into space, his fingers spread out in the air like he was holding a newspaper. "That would look beautiful on the news, wouldn't it?" "Christopher and I are not in any form of contract marriage." I didn't care if he already knew about the contract, I wasn't going to admit to it.

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

He was so engrossed in reading something that he didn’t even notice. “Did you find something interesting?” she asked, moving closer. “Maybe.” He glanced up at her, frowning. “Did you and Christopher sign a prenup?” “No. We talked about doing one, but never got around to drafting it.” Christopher had just put out his political feelers for running for governor and had been informed he needed a wife and family pronto so he'd gotten married to her in a hurry. Odd how what had seemed perfectly logical at the time now seemed kind of pathetic.