Contract With Big Brother In Law Novels & Stories

But at what cost? She flipped the folder open, revealing the meticulously drafted contract within. The legal jargon made her head spin, but certain phrases jumped out at her: One-year term. No romantic expectations. Public appearances required. Emily huffed a laugh under her breath. No romantic expectations? That was rich coming from a man like Liam Westbrook—practically the poster child for eligible billionaire bachelors. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting her out of her thoughts. She picked it up and saw a message from her best friend, Becca:

He hissed at me, ignoring my sister who was standing by his side. "I am suggesting the right thing. We are going back to the real agreement on the contract. The contract didn't state that you were to get married to my sister. It said me and if you are to share a bed with anyone, then it would be me." Isabella hissed. "You are mistaken about that, Isabella. The contract didn't state which sister I was to get married to. It stated I had to be married to one of you and you made the choice on who I got married to. So the contract can't help you here. Maybe you should ask your dad and mom the real content of the contract before you try to use it to control me." He hissed at her.

I snapped, pointing my fingers at him. He didn't reply, just turned to stare outside. I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. “Well, if I’m a crybaby, you’re Mr. Grumpy.” He shrugged, as if the nickname meant nothing. "Okay. Now shut up.” Less than an hour later, the contract was signed. I barely heard half the clauses that spilled out of the lawyer’s mouth. But the key terms danced in my mind: no affectionate actions at home, only during appearances in public or around his family, and an allowance—$5,000,000 a month.

I said. “ I have been given an ultimatum by my mum to get married, in a bid to clear the rumor about my sexuality or risk losing everything to my brother Lucas"He said and leaned backward, still having that calculating gaze in his eyes. I listened to him with wrapped attention “Now, I love my brother and can do anything for him, but this company is my years of hard work and I just can't give it up without a fight” he continued… “It would be a marriage on paper only and nothing is expected of you against your wish. We will sign a contract outlining the terms of the agreement. You will receive a generous reward but in return, you will play the role of my wife in public”

“I said I’d marry you. I didn’t say I’d sign my life away.” He looked up then, storm-gray eyes cutting into mine like scalpels. “You won’t be signing your life away. You’ll be trading it up.” “For what?” I whispered. “Another cage?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he flipped the folder open and pulled out a sleek contract—black ink on ivory paper, his signature already scrawled across the bottom. I recognized the Reynolds family lawyer’s seal in the corner. Somehow that made it worse. Hysteria started to bubble up. This is too much, this… this is-

“As my wife, you’re free to do anything with me—hold me, be sweet, cling to me. Whatever you want. Try it with me, don’t be shy… especially if you want your attorney to believe us.” I nodded slowly, realizing once again that this kind of intimacy was written in our marriage contract. “Fine. I’ll do it.” “When are you ending your relationship with that man?” “Give me three months. I want to make both of them suffer first. I want them to feel the pain they caused me.” “Hmm… sounds like a solid plan.” “By the way,” I added, “about your birthday next month… are you going to tell everyone about our marriage?” I paused, realizing something important. My lawyer needed to know I was already married

I am about to lose what my entire lineage had worked for to my bastard stepbrother, all because my father couldn’t keep his zipper closed, coupled with the fact that I was surrounded by incompetent lawyers. “Somebody better say something, or else you’re all fired!” I added more forcefully this time. Every one of them, down to their team leader, had their mouths agape in shock. Maybe they thought I had been joking from the start because now, they started sweating profusely. “It’s impossible, Mr Kane, to fight this contract!” My family’s lawyer blurted out his pupils dilated, which pleased me greatly, in a strange way. “Your grandmother had it locked airtight.” Another lawyer said with a gulp.

He had initially planned never to remarry, but the constant pressure was becoming unbearable. "Fine. I will marry. Are you satisfied now?" Axel stood up from the sofa. "Are you serious? So you'll accept Vania? I'll tell her immediately." "Don't tell her anything. It isn't her I'm marrying. I will introduce my fiancée to you when the time is right." Now, Axel stood before Adeline with a specific intent. A contract was offered to the woman, despite the consequences he knew would follow at home. The twenty-nine-year-old woman was stunned. "One billion for one year? Are you serious?"

My lawyers had sent the final draft an hour ago. ‘You sign, your sister lives. Basically. She has brain damage. She can't survive outside the hospital without proper treatment.’ I said. Her eyes went to the contract. ‘What’s in it?’ ‘Everything I told you. You’re my wife in public. My property in private. For one year. No leaving the penthouse without an escort. No contact with your past life. You’ll attend all scheduled events. You’ll follow my training. And you’ll obey when you’re told to do something. Without hesitation.’

When she reached me, her eyes softened for a split second. “You okay?” she mouthed. I nodded, barely. I took the empty seat beside Mr. Harlan—close enough to be professional, far enough to feel safe. The lead lawyer cleared his throat and started walking us through the contract. Page by page. Legalese about asset protection, inheritance clauses, confidentiality, public appearances, separate residences, no romantic entanglements outside the marriage, and dissolution terms after a year or upon certain conditions. It was exactly what I’d asked for. Clean. Safe. Emotionless.