Contractual Lover Novels & Stories

It's not only dangerous but also against the terms of our contract. The deal was simple, I'll marry him for a year. Don't be tempted by the marriage thing, it's all a show, a cover for the fact that I am his sex doll. A plaything. In exchange, Lorenzo would take care of me and my family and help me take revenge on Javier. This is a transactional relationship. I give myself to him and I get something in return. Falling in love with him is out of the question,out of this dangerous game we have been playing.

There was a stone pressing against her chest so tightly that it made Jenifer's chest tight. Jenifer then removed the IV on her wrist. She walked towards the hospital balcony, the wind was pretty strong and she could see how high her inpatient room was. Once again, images of betrayal from Erdward flashed through her mind. Jenifer really never expected that Erdward, the man she loved so much, would have the heart to commit such betrayal, having an affair with another woman, and driving her out in a terrible way. Even thousands of pleas from Jenifer were ignored, as if Jenifer was unneeded rubbish.

his calm expression was changing slowly to a fierce one. "I...I…" He took out a paper from the file and pushed it to her. "You signed a two year contract with me and ended up sending divorce letter after a year and half, huh?" "We are no longer married, and I won't answer to you." "Huh? You don't answer to me? So you realize it's a breach of contract and read these consequences again!" Emily recalled that there were consequences stated in the contract when she signed it nearly seven years ago. "Whatever is the case, the two years are already over and we are divorced now."

“Lorenzo, how could you let this happen? You’re throwing everything away for someone who has already betrayed you.” “I didn’t throw anything away!” I shot back defensively. “Zia and I were never meant to be.” “Never meant to be?” Grandpa echoed incredulously. “You had a contract! You had a commitment!” Zia stepped forward, her chin held high. “That contract was never real for either of us. It was just a means to an end.” Henry scoffed from his seat. “And now you think marrying Raymond will fix everything? You’re making another mistake.”

"Richard went public. Filed his legal challenge at midnight. It's all over the news." I stared at the screen, watching legal analysts dissect our relationship like a case study. "The question isn't whether they love each other now," one expert said. "It's whether the love developed organically or if it's a byproduct of the contractual arrangement. If the contract created the conditions for their feelings, is it real love or manufactured attachment?" "That's bullshit," I said.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about Damien. I pressed my hands over my face and groaned softly. “You’ve really done it now, Cara.” The contract was supposed to be simple: stay married for a while, keep up appearances, get the money I needed for Caleb’s hospital bills and then quietly disappear when it was over. But somewhere between pretending and surviving, I’d stopped acting. Now, I was the one who was lost. I needed to think. Or at least breathe.

They both came up with an agreement: they'd pretend to be in love in front of others while being free to secretly be with other people intimately. The contract was for 3 years, and it stated: 1. No intimacy except with others. 2. Confidentiality. 3. They must move in together when married. 4. They must act in love when they are with his parents. When Celine went through the contract, she was satisfied with it, and both of them signed it. Christopher drove them both to the courthouse, as he had a judge waiting for them. The marriage process did not take long; they became legally married that same morning.

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

"If you sign this contract, we will need to conceive a child. Naturally." I stared at him. The room was suddenly too small. "Two years," I said. "Two years of pretending to be your wife. Two years of—" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Two years," he agreed. "And then you walk away with everything." "And what about love?" I asked again. "What about... what about feelings?" He leaned forward, and for the first time, something sharp entered his voice. "Let me make something clear." His eyes pinned me in place. "I'm not offering you a fairy tale. I'm offering you a contract. I don't care about your feelings. I don't care about love. I only care about the outcome ."

cool car guy" who made me a job offer last month? - I asked, making quotation marks in the air. - The crazy guy who asked you to have his child? Yes I do, why? - So... And that, I kind of... - Lisa? What's wrong? - Miguel asked looking at me curiously and I could almost see the cogs in his brain moving to try to put the pieces of the puzzle together. - Okay - I got up the courage, - Here goes! After the whole thing last month I thought I didn't get pregnant, but the truth is that I found out a few days ago that I actually, with all my bad luck, ended up pregnant by a stranger. So now I am in the middle of a kind of contract with him because the child is his and I am just the "surrogate". So