Contractual Lover Novels & Stories

He made that fucking clause and now he fucking regrets that shit being in the contract! He slammed shut the laptop dropping his back against the couch and staring at the wall with hard eyes. One side of his heart felt extremely happy after discovering the fact that she was his wife. But there was also another side that felt disappointed. He’s her husband. And she’s loyal to him. But was he? Even though it was a contract marriage, not a real one but still she remained loyal to him like the obedient innocent wife she is. And what he did. He had his mistress, and then Hazel. He didn’t even think about his contractual wife all these months. When he was with Ella he used to think about his contra

“These are the rules of the contract. Go through it and let me know when you think.” I swallowed hard, eyes darted around the black and white ink. NO LOVE. It was in bold letters , yet that was my mission. Get him to fall in love with me in three months. Mere looking at him, one can tell that he is emotionally unavailable. Would I succeed? But we have to convince everyone that we are in love and I need to perform Luna duties diligently. No one knows that we are in a contract marriage. No invading one's privacy or personal relationship.

“I-I want to start from the basics. If this is about a contract to be your lover, that means a couple, right? You and me? What kind of couple?” “Haven’t you ever been in a relationship before?” Irina flinched, choosing to avert her gaze. Even so, I knew her ears had heard what I was about to say. “First, here’s the contract between us. Read it,” I demanded, handing her the sheet of paper. “Bratva Contract Lover!” She began spelling out the big title, paused, and then spoke again. “First Party, The Pakhan.” She looked at me, and I nodded in response.

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.

All information had to be reviewed and agreed upon by both parties before we could start our contract relationship. “Looking for someone who would absolutely not fall in love with the counter party. Special consideration will be given to candidates with reasons to dislike or hate the client,” I read the terms that Justin had highlighted on the paper. “Weird right? I mean, asking you not to fall in love with him because that will complicate things for you both is quite normal. Not every guy or girl is buying this service because they’re looking for love but it’s like…another level entirely to be asking for someone who might hate him,” Justin explained.

He said when he realised that Anna was getting more furious by the second. “If you want to get back at Jacob, you need money, which is exactly what I have, but you cannot have complete access to it unless we are married. Then, whatever I have becomes yours. If you take your time to read the rest of the contract, you’ll understand that I have no plan of falling in love with you, and you shouldn’t either. This is strictly business, and we should keep it professional.” He said, and Anna’s eyes went through the contract and saw what he was talking about. ‘There would be no romantic feelings during the contract as both parties should keep things professional. Failure to keep to this would result

“You need to understand, I was technically run away from an arranged forced marriage, so you wouldn’t expect me to run out of one forced marriage only to end up in another.” “It’s a contract marriage Ava! Nothing like the marriage you ran away from, It’s not like I’m marrying you because I love you or anything, this is gonna be just business in which both parties benefit.” The moment those words came flying out of his mouth, my heart stopped I know I sound a little dramatic especially because he's a total stranger, but that in itself hurt me like hell... I felt my heart burst into several pieces. “Wait... how do you know my name?”

"I still don't get it. You were only married by contract, and I'm sure your mother did this because she didn't approve of your marriage. Shouldn't you be happy when she asks for a divorce? Especially since you can replace her with a famous model. What's got you down?" "I wasn't depressed, it's just that I felt bad for not listening to her explanation then. She even cried and said she never cheated on me. In fact, I was the first man to ever touch her. That's why my feelings are all over the place right now. I don't know, I don't understand my own heart." Alex did not continue. He looked at Nicholas' suddenly changed expression and finally realized something. "I know! You are falling in love

Lucas didn't respond, but the air around him changed… colder, sharper, charged with an energy that made Axel shift slightly in his seat. Axel noticed that too, the way Lucas's stillness could be more unnerving than movement. He quickly continued, eager to finish before that silence grew too heavy. "As for her love life…" He let out a soft whistle, shaking his head. "There's really only one name that matters, from what I could dig up." Lucas said nothing, but his eyes remained fixed on Axel with unwavering focus. Axel looked up from his phone, meeting that intense gaze. "Adrian Cole." The name hung in the air between them, weighted with implications.

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.