Contract Marriage With Mysterious President Novels & Stories

Then Kai stepped out of the restroom, adjusting his tie, looking at me with absolutely no remorse. “Vivian.” “Who was that?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Does it matter?” “You’re kissing another woman at our engagement party.” “So?” He stepped closer. “What exactly did you think this marriage was, Vivian?” “I thought...” I stopped. What had I thought? “We have a contract.” “Exactly. A contract. A business arrangement.” His voice was cold, clinical. “Nowhere in that contract does it say I have to be faithful to you.”

Always pushing limits. So, Connor—brilliant, ruthless Connor—pitched a plan. “Marry your PA,” he said. “Fabricate a love story. You’ve known her long enough to sell it. Tell them you’ve been secretly seeing each other. No one will suspect it, and since you two clearly hate each other’s guts, there's no risk of catching feelings and complicating shit.” It was a sound plan. Elegant in its simplicity. Except... she said no. Of course, she said no.

Becky “I can't come and live with you just because I signed some irrelevant papers, Mr President” “But that irrelevant papers showed that you're now my wife kitty” He said with a wink showing me his annoying dimples “You don't understand it, I only agreed to marry you because of the contract, we never talked about leaving together” “Well you're now my wife so what do you expect?” “I can't do this Mr President, I can't live with you” “That's fine, you might as well forget about the contract” He smiled in a cunning way

“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.

"Tell me more about this contract marriage. How did you even get your hands on their agreement?" Estella smirked, taking her time as she adjusted the straps of her designer purse. "I have my ways. Let's just say I know people who know things." Laura narrowed her eyes. "And you’re sure it's real?" Estella pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery before turning the screen toward Laura. A picture of a contract filled the screen, the words "Marriage Agreement" standing out in bold letters. The names Isabelle Rivers and Liam Anderson were clearly printed at the bottom, along with signatures.

But I know Maxim, he must have wanted this marriage certificate to strengthen their bond and I know he’ll literally pull out every card he has to make her sign it. “They didn’t get the marriage certificate,”Louis informed him. “They didn’t?” Trevor grimaced. Did Maxim suddenly stop being hardheaded and didn’t force her to sign it? “She is already married. That was why they couldn’t get the marriage certificate.” Trevor’s eyes widened like he just heard some horror story. He leaned against the wall, already feeling devastated for Maxim. “No, that has to be fake.” “It isn’t. It is on the database at the courthouse. How can it be fake? She is married to a certain Griffin Montgomery and it happe

Celeste snuck a peek at her husband, unlike the one she saw at home he looked like a completely different person to her. 'This is the first time I'm seeing him smile, he looks so warm-hearted when he smiles... It's because so many people are here so he is acting yet I'm feeling so weird...' "What? His wife? The president did say that he had someone he wanted to settle with but this is too soon. If he wanted to get married, he should have talked to us first. We were not even invited to the wedding, how can he marry? Who is this lady? How did they meet? Why getting married all of a sudden?" The board members shot questions one by one and the conference room fell in deep chaos.

"Five minutes. Then I'm out of here." Without a word, Ethan pulled out his phone and slid it across the table. A news article glowed on the screen, its headline making her eyes widen: "Ethan Maverick's Secret Life: Is the Maverick Heir Gay?" "Quite the predicament I find myself in," he said. "What does this..." She pushed the phone back towards him. "How is this my problem?" His grey eyes locked onto hers. "It's about to become your problem, Evelyn. I need a wife. A contract marriage, to be precise. And you're the perfect candidate to help salvage my image."

I have you just where I want you to be. The first and proud daughter of the President, waiting at my office for our monthly meeting, since we were both unable to finish what we started years ago when Dad was doing everything in his power to override the Van Cleefs in every way while Stefan was not giving up. He had even contested to become Prime Minister just to get closer to the President, and once he did, he opted for a contract marriage between us to strengthen our bond, which was a blatant lie. It was to secure investments at his beck and call, then keep Stefan where he belongs.