Contractual Marriage Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth to say something but he instantly placed his finger over her lips shaking his head. “No. Listen to me.” He bent his lower body dropping it over her making her take in a sharp breath. “This marriage was a contract and there was no clause to be faithful in it. You knew it as well. You signed that paper with open eyes and you knew there will be no relationship between us. The destination was always a divorce then what’s there to be faithful? It’s a contractual marriage for a reason. I needed to marry you and you needed my help. You married me to take my help. There was no condition from yours or my side to stay faithful. Then how am I unfaith

“Being cozy with her in front of me. We’re supposed to be married.” His expression didn’t change. “We are married.” “You know what I mean. The contract doesn’t make us… all the things. But it does say we don’t date other people. We don’t sleep with other people.” He blinked, very slowly. “I know what the contract says.” He said.

“We’re both being forced into this whether we like it or not. Your father and my family have already announced it. The merger documents are signed. The stock market has already responded. We can’t back out without destroying both our companies.” “So?” “So we do it. We go through with the marriage.” He said it matter of factly, like he was discussing a business transaction. “But on our terms. Not theirs.” I sat down across from him. “Explain.” “A contract marriage. Purely business. We get married, put on a good show for the public, keep our families and boards happy. But privately, we live separate lives. No expectations. No obligations beyond what’s legally required.” “Why would you agree to

The words hung in the air like a grenade with a removed pin. I stared at him. "What?" "Three days," he repeated, as if I was simple. "We'll be married." "No." The refusal came out immediately. "No, absolutely not. The contract is enough, why on earth do we need to do a stupid- "The contract you signed includes a wedding," he cut me off calmly, picking his pen back up. "Having a legal marriage doesn't preclude an actual ceremony. In fact, I insist on one." "You insist?" I laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "You don't get to insist anything with me. I'm not some possession you can just… just decree into existence. I didn't agree to a wedding, I agreed to a contract."

and Peony Sinclair, hereinafter referred to as "Party B." Recitals: Whereas, both Party A and Party B acknowledge that the purpose of this agreement is strictly for a contract marriage devoid of romantic attachment or intent to establish a genuine marital relationship; Therefore, in consideration of the mutual covenants contained herein and for other good and valuable consideration, the receipt and sufficiency of which are hereby acknowledged, both parties agree as follows: Terms and Conditions: 1. Purpose: The primary purpose of this contract marriage is to fulfill specific legal, financial, or social obligations without any intention of establishing a genuine marital relationship.

He whispers without looking at me, but I quickly glance at him and, not knowing what to say, turn my gaze back to the priest. ... "I now pronounce you husband and wife!" These final words definitively closed my shackles. I know very well it's not a real marriage, and everything in this temple is just a simple act. However, all the rules of this contract literally bind me to the D'Angelo surname, and every step of mine will be dictated by the stunningly beautiful and annoyingly sexy man beside me. My eyes fixate on the white gold ring on my ring finger and the delicate and beautiful solitary stone, large enough that I know, is every bride's desire to receive. Then, I slide the wide band ring

I say, nervously biting my lips. “A contract marriage?” He says, I nod, “yes, a contract marriage between the two of us”. He smiles, “I understand what you’re trying to say, but why do you think I need to get into a contract marriage and if I did, why will it be with you?” He asks.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

“His brother literally took advantage of me, impregnated me and ran off without looking back, then eight years later he shows up and claim to be in love with me? Ohh please! “ I seethed. “Where was he the entire eight years? Scheming and planning how to arrange a contract marriage with me! Ontop of the whole thing, he still used me to get his inheritance, I just ….” I trailed off realizing I had exposed myself finally to Manuel. “Hold up …. Contract marriage? Inheritance? What are you talking about?!” Manuel asked at once. I exhaled deeply, well I’m out completely now, there’s no need to lie about anything again. “Yeah. We were practically strangers. I agreed to marry him on the condition th

Then he opened a drawer and brought out a prepared document. He had already printed the contract. He was that sure. My heart pounded as he slid it across the table. “Read.” My hands trembled as I picked it up. Contract Marriage Agreement — Duration: 12 months. Clauses. Rules. Boundaries. Responsibilities. Financial compensation that made my head spin. This was real. Terrifyingly real. “Why me?” I asked again, softly. “Because you look like a woman the public will trust,” he said. “And because you have nothing tying you down.”