Contrato Matrimonial Novels & Stories

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

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.”

“Sure, let's get down to business. But just to be clear, this contract isn't legally binding, right? I mean, we're not actually getting married.” “Correct. It's more of a symbolic gesture, a formal agreement between two parties with common interests.” “Got it. So, what are the terms? How long do I have to play the role of the dutiful wife?” “We'll start with a one-year contract, with the option to renew or terminate at the end of the term. During that time, you'll maintain the appearance of a devoted spouse while enjoying the benefits of financial stability.” “And what happens if one of us decides to bail before the contract expires?”

"Without a word. Without an explanation. Do you have any idea what that did to me? To us?" Her eyes didn't budge. "There was no 'us,' Kai. There never was." The words hit me like a perfectly placed slap, but I wasn't backing down. "You expect me to believe that? After everything we shared, everything we- "Don't romanticize it," she cut in, her razor-sharp voice slicing into my thoughts. "Our marriage was a contract. Nothing more." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, and I straightened in my chair. "A contract?"

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?

she hurriedly ran down the stairs. I sighed and closed the door gently. Arthur Madrigal is my jerk stepfather. He married my mom when I was eighteen years old. My biological father died in an accident when I was sixteen. I don't get why mom got married to a two-faced jerk. When mom asked me if it was okay if she remarries again, at first, I was mad at her because how can she forget dad that easily? Then after that, I realize that mom was lonely for two years and I have to let go, so, I agreed with her the second time she asked me.

Liam greeted. "Eh, I was about to call man. I need to rush back home. Emma is waiting for me. Is there anything you want us to talk about? ". I asked Liam "Just to congratulate you man. You did it". He hugged me. "Yes Liam. I did it. I am a married man now. That company is ours.". After I pulled back from the hug. "Yes, but you do know that it's purely business, right?". He asked. I do understand what he meant. He is talking about my Contract Marriage. Honestly, I don't see it that way anymore, but I can't discuss that with him now.

Basil nhìn bàn tay ấm áp của cô, đôi môi hơi nhếch lên, sau đó nói: “Anh muốn cưới em giả, chỉ kết hôn có 90 ngày thôi, 90 ngày sau chúng ta sẽ như hai người xa lạ không có gì với nhau. Ai Trong quá trình cần gì tôi sẽ giúp, chỉ cần bạn chỉ bảo, tôi sẽ làm hết ” Helen cảm thấy mình đã nghe nhầm, hoặc hôm nay tai cô không ổn định. Cô ấy đặt tay lên tai và nhặt nó lên, sau đó hỏi lại: "Bạn có biết bạn đang nói về cái gì không?" “Đương nhiên anh biết mình đang nói cái gì, anh đến tìm em để kết hôn giả, chỉ có 90 ngày là kết hôn. Bạn có thể không tin ”.

and I was expecting that to happen so I just smile I noticed he was surprised with my reactions so I told him I want it that way!... "How about a contract marriage?" I suggest he reluctantly agreed and I list down my conditions this relationship between us would end up by me I will get to decide how long we would have to pretend for this fake marriage... I insisted not to register this but he said we should because his father was scrutinize about every little details and we would instantly got caught if we made a simple mistake so I agreed. He said he just wants me to behave and never be seen with other guy as it would ruined our marriage that was a talk of the town!... I clearly get his mea

Section 5: The two parties will stay away from each other's personal life and not be involved in each other's privacy, but the contractee has every right to go through the contractor's phone and technological items. Section 6: The contractee has every right to decide how the other party dresses, talks and acts. Section 7: Personal distance should be apparent in every situation. Section 8: The two parties are to remain faithful to the marriage until the end of the contract, there should be no romantic relationships outside the marriage. Both parties should thereby cut ties immediately after the signing of the contract. Section 9: The two parties will be in a marriage for three years and two m