Contrato Matrimonial Novels & Stories

But he also knows that I am a man of my word, and once I’ve decided, there’s no turning back. I read the clauses. 1. No right to touch each other. 2. No sharing of bed. 3. No emotional attachment or sexual relationship. 4. No interference in each other’s life. I scoff as I read through the contract. It’s clear that Grace wants nothing to do with me beyond the terms of our agreement. Well, that’s fine by me. I have no intention of getting emotionally involved, either. This marriage is simply a means to an end, a way to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

Surely my eyes were deceiving me. Right? The document was a marriage contract. An actual legally binding marriage contract. I quickly began reading through the document. The terms were highly detailed and incredibly specific. Everything was organized with frightening precision. The marriage would remain entirely legal in nature. Neither party would be expected to provide emotional involvement. There would be absolutely no emotional interference whatsoever. Both parties would maintain their personal freedoms independently. Every single financial obligation involving my family would remain permanently guaranteed. Their housing would remain secure indefinitely. Their medical expenses would rema

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?

He looked calm, completely detached from the chaos he had just caused on the mattress. "What is this?" I asked, my voice cracking in the quiet suite. I picked up the folder, my fingers shaking slightly as I turned the cover page. Dominic did not look around. He pulled his collar straight. "Read it." I looked down at the crisp white pages. The words swam before my eyes for a second before they locked into focus. It was a marriage contract, full of dense legal jargon, asset protection clauses, and strict confidentiality agreements. My name was printed neatly next to his at the bottom of every page.

Idea of staying married doesn’t seem bad anymore. ….. I and Lena sit on the bed staring at the marriage contract in front of us. Jake is standing next to the bed, tapping his foot. Yes, I asked them to fly here to provide me with moral support. I couldn’t read it alone. “So the gist of the contract is…” Lena says, “You cannot marry anyone else unless he permits you.” “Which is obvious,” I state. “But at least he didn’t outright deny you… It’s good, just in case you fall in love with someone else and want to start a family.” Jake reasons.

Financial Responsibility: All living expenses, medical care, and necessities will be fully covered by the husband. No financial claims beyond agreed support will be permitted. Non-Disclosure: The wife shall not investigate, disclose, or question the husband’s business, wealth, or identity beyond what is voluntarily revealed. No Emotional Obligation: This marriage is contractual only. No expectations of affection, loyalty beyond the contract, or emotional dependency. Termination Clause: Breach of contract results in immediate termination with no compensation beyond what has already been provided.

she quickly added CONTRACT MARRIAGE TERMS & CONDITION 1. Residence: After the marriage ceremony, Party A and Party B shall reside together in a separate bedroom in their respective residences. They shall not share a bedroom or engage in any romantic or intimate activities. 2. Financial Arrangements: Party A and Party B shall maintain separate bank accounts, financial assets, and debts. They shall not combine their finances or make any financial decisions on behalf of the other party without prior written consent. 3. Social Activities: Party A and Party B shall attend social events together and separately with their respective friends and family members. They shall only represent themselves a

"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.

It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside. “It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…” “…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I force a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

He nods. " Go ahead. " I clear my throat, adjust myself on the chair, and take out the envelope and the notes. " I made some notes on clauses 15, 23, 28, and 30. They need to be modified. " I cut to the chase, and he arches his eyebrows, opening his copy of the contract. " Let's see. Clause 15 states that we'll share the same room. What's wrong with that, Dixon?" " This isn't a real marriage, D’Angelo. So, I don't see why we should sleep in the same room and share the same bed. " He cracks a mischievous smile.