Contractual Marriage Novels & Stories

“Before you sign the contract, there are rules you must follow.” Rules? “What rules?” His voice deepened, “This will be a contract marriage, but we’re not going to treat it like it’s one.” My ears piqued. “What do you mean?” “You’re going to live with me if you sign this. All your things are going to be moved right away.” My heart pounded with each word he uttered. “As long as you’re married to me, you’re going to be a loyal wife. In other words, you’re not allowed to be sexually or romantically involved with anyone.”

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

Women usually fell at his feet, in fact, he had fired several of his personal assistants for trying to seduce him but Cass was always focused on her work and acted professionally even when he occasionally tried to flirt with her. "I need a no strings attached marriage for three years after which you will be duly compensated," Marcus said He could see her starting to object and most likely about to call him all the unprintable names she could possibly think of “Before you speak, These are the terms of the contract” Marcus handed a document to her TERMS OF CONTRACT These are the terms of the contract marriage between Mr. Marcus Wells of Wells Holdings and Miss Cass Thorton We, Mr. Marcus Wells

I wouldn’t have been surprised if his next statement was about it. “Why would you? It’s normal for married couples to cuddle with each other.” He shrugged, and I scowled. “We’re not a normal married couple. We’re a contractually married couple. Contractual, Raphael. And in our contract, there is no sexual intimacy, remember? It’s a rule already set in stone.” How many times was I going to remind him about that? Did he have a bad memory, or was he deliberately ignoring that important detail of our lives?

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

Danial handed Kimberly a paper and she took it and read the terms. Conditions that need to be met in contract marriages The contract marriage time of the first and second parties is one year. The first party will guarantee all the costs and needs of the second party. The second party will live together in the first party's mansion. It is forbidden to have a relationship with anyone during the contract marriage process. Must maintain the good name of the first party, especially their family. Having to pretend to be intimate in front of the camera and other people. Must obey all orders of the first party.

Christ, what have I gotten myself into? “Rule one: We're not in love. This is a contracted marriage. There will be no love, no jealousy, no possessiveness, no asking about the other's whereabouts. All you have to do is play the role of a perfect wife, give birth, and leave with your body still intact.” He explained, and I swallowed, listening attentively. “Rule 2: never tell anyone about the contract. We're married, that's all anyone needs to know. Just those two rules. Do you understand?” He asked, and I nodded quickly, earning a satisfied smirk from him. “You can leave.”

"I just want to stay by your side until the child is born, and then I'll walk away from your life. Basically, I just need about 10 months." The room fell silent. "And you think my grandmother would let you walk away?" Kyle's voice was laced with skepticism. "She won't be able to do anything if we enter a contract marriage," I replied. Kyle's eyes widened. "Contract marriage?" he repeated. "Yes," I explained. "To her, we'll really get married, but between us, it'll just be a contract. We'll sign an agreement stating the terms, including the duration – 10 months – and when the contract ends, I'll leave you alone."

"These are the terms and conditions of our agreement." Back in the solitude of my home, I sank onto the couch and unfolded the contract. The legal jargon sprawled across the pages, outlining a rigid framework: 1. **Duration**: The marriage would endure for one year from the date of signing. 2. **Residency**: I was required to reside exclusively with Zack at his designated home for the entire duration of the marriage. 3. **Public Appearance**: Zack and I must appear together publicly at least once a month, maintaining the facade of a committed couple.