Contract Over You Re Free To Go Novels & Stories

He's going to destroy my career before I even get a chance to become a celebrity. One year, they said. One year of this "relationship" prank and I'd gain my freedom, and I'd be all set in the country music world. Judge me all you like for agreeing, but when you have no other way out, put something like that in the contract that will get you out of town where you're dying to escape, you don't ask questions. Just sign on the dotted line.

"Snuggle would never harm a customer for a mere five-star review. Our contract goes completely null after thirty working days as per the mutual agreement." My eyebrow squinted hearing her finish. "You are not going to say anything about how all of this was just a big mistake?" "If I said what was on my mind, you would probably despise me more." "Oh, try me." I urged. "Okay," Cupid said, closing the distance between us to whisper in my ear. "I think this is fate."

I asked the question I should've asked since "Well it's not what you think. When I came here we talked for a while before they told me they have somewhere to be and I should feel free to wait for you since you will soon be back" "Okay so why are you here?" I asked eagerly can't wait longer for him to get out of my house "Am here to talk about our contract" "I don't think we have anything to talk about nor do I want any reminder from you because I know everything in the contract already so feel free" "But" "No but zion. No string attached and anyone of us is free to have sex even after the charade and we have the freedom to mingle with whosoever we want so to, that's all and I think you're fr

I asked curiously. “No. That’s just the order that the contracts were signed. First come first serve basis. Fair and square,” Justin replied with confidence. “Right. That works,” I agreed. “Your work ends at midnight, and they pay extra for overtime over that mark. Of course, your work can end early too if they don’t need you anymore for the day. It’s like being in a relationship you know…” Justin said before trailing off. “What about the condition that I asked for?” I asked with concern.

Tossing the file on the table, he growled, “One of you better explain what shit you guys are pulling before I lose it.” My body froze as I noticed the file. It was the one with our contract. The same contract that expired in a year and set both me and Ella free. The one I had discarded already and wasn’t sure if I wanted anymore. “And your explanation better be good,” Adonis said, warning hinted in his voice. I was fucking screwed.

Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze. “Father, are you buying your daughter’s freedom, or are you sending away a beggar? 250 million and the villa on the coast, or else get your princess down here to sign the papers,” I said with a calm voice that made his outburst earlier seem like an ungrateful child throwing a tantrum. “Just sign the papers,” he said with a voice that was meant to sound calm, yet the anger beneath it could not be covered up. Pathetic. They were all pathetic and filthy people who only knew how to exploit others. Did they really think me signing a contract would make me disappear forever? I smiled at the thought, took up the pen, and signed my

I finally disclosed it to him. “it is not over yet, the product isn't out yet.” He said and I shook my head. “That is probably in a few days and it would be out, after that, we would leave.” I was getting upset and I don't know why. “Who told you we would leave? I signed a one-month contract here so we would stay till the one month is over, let’s take these remaining few weeks as a vacation. What do you think?” He said with a smile on his lips.

he asked. “We spoke about her plans of leaving if she wants to leave.” “What do you mean ‘if’ she wants to leave?” the second elder, the one Conrad had just been arguing with asked. “Do her contract not say that she is free to leave once she had conceived?” “Exactly. Underline the word ‘free.’ If she is free to leave, then she is also free to stay. Her choice.” “But that is not enough to justify her staying should she decide to stay.”

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

"Tiff. You know you can talk to me. I'm willing to listen. I'm willing to stick beside you... I just want you to know this isn't a contract marriage anymore. It's a relationship, and—" "Did something happen?" Tiffany's voice echoed. Kai froze inside his apartment. Was she really leaving? Was she fine now? "No. Nothing... I thought I should remind you, it's only us, only you..." Tiffany went silent for a second before exhaling loudly. "Yeah. I know that. I've got to go." Before Kai could say any other thing. She hung up, leaving his thoughts in ruins.