Esposa Por Contrato Novels & Stories

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

First, he gives me the most amazing sex of my life, five minutes later, he’s back to being the most insufferable bosshole on the planet. "So, this is a legit contract?" I ask. "Is this even legal?" Maron's brow furrows. "It is. And let's call it a 'temporary marriage' arrangement." “A what?” “You heard me.” Yes, I did. Except I can’t believe what I’m hearing. "I'm not your girlfriend,” I snap, in irritation. “Let alone your wife. And I don't plan to be, either."

“And my life. The financial details you’re referring to were part of a debt restructuring for Rivera Industries. My marriage was a separate, albeit concurrent, development.” “Concurrent?” Elena laughed dryly. “Clause 7.3 mandates her attendance at galas. Clause 8.1 discusses infidelity penalties. That sounds like an employment contract, Mr. Grayson. Did you hire her to play a role?” “I married her,” I said, my voice dropping. “Because in my world, Elena, we protect what matters. The contract was a shield. It was designed to keep her safe from the fallout of her father’s collapse.” Elena turned to Eliana. She leaned in, her expression faux-sympathetic.

Could this be some kind of… agreement to being a kept woman? She picked up the contract and felt a bit more at ease when she realized it was just an employment contract. "Mr. Sinclair, is this you agreeing to my request?" Kylie asked. The man nodded slightly and simply said, "Sign it." Kylie scanned the contract. It was an indefinite-term contract for the position of executive assistant, with a salary that was double what she was currently making. But there was a clause—no romantic relationships or marriages during the contract period, or else it would be considered a breach, and she would be required to compensate the company.

he continues, "so did the media. And in their eyes, this is a real marriage. If you don't t turn up for the wedding with me, it'll look suspicious." Someone punch me. Right now. I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting more bad news. He seems to be on a roll today. "What else is there, Levi? You might as well get it all out." "We have to live together for the duration of the contract." Jesus Christ. I had thought the six-month contract being stretched to a year was bad enough. But this? This isn't an inconvenience anymore. It is just pure torture.

“I just didn’t want to leave—” “Did you do that to your ex?” My eyes widened at his question. “What? No! I mean… wait, why do you sound affected?” “Because I’m your husband.” I closed my eyes for a second and rubbed my temple. I looked at him again. “According to our contract,” he continued, “we’re supposed to act like real lovers for one year. A real married couple. So yeah—I have the right to feel jealous.” My jaw dropped. I stared at him, stunned.

Izzy froze, her blood turning to ice. “This so-called marriage,” Sabrina continued, her voice sharp with mockery, “is nothing more than a contract. A business arrangement. Liam Stone married Isabella solely to secure his inheritance and maintain control over Stone Enterprises. It was never about love—it was about power, as it always is with the Stones.” The crowd of reporters erupted into a flurry of questions, cameras flashing, but Sabrina held up a hand to silence them. “I have the documents to prove it,” she said, holding up a folder for all to see. “The original contract between Liam and Isabella, signed and notarized, outlining the terms of their… partnership.”

This was Serena's understanding, and it was far from what she had expected. She had assumed that such a wealthy family wanted her to bear a child for her ailing husband, and she had been anxious about it. However, her nominal husband, Matthew, appeared willing to leave her alone despite his mother's disgusted attitude. With this contract, her worries had dissolved. It was just for two years, so she only needed to endure. Serena carefully examined the contract. She's sure there's no catch in this contract. So was it Matthew's decision to propose this contract?

He slammed his hands on the steering wheel as he finally looked at me. "You are driving me crazy too, Miles. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that? Why are you acting like we are couples?" I snapped at him, and he raised his eyebrows. "We are just married on contract, and the last time I checked, we didn't make any agreement that we were not going to live our personal lives. We didn't agree that neither of us was not going to see another man or woman, so why are you making a big deal out of this?" I yelled at him again, and he flinched.

He suddenly asked Brenda stiffened upon hearing Harper's words Did he just ask her to marry him? "It's going to be contractual of course. "You said it yourself, if your parents arrive and find out that you're single, they'll force you to get married. This way, you can avoid that. I can act as your husband when they're here and later we can divorce" Brenda was appalled, "You want me to marry you?" She muttered still in disbelief Strangely, she wasn't against the idea. As much as the thought of marrying a stranger she just met seemed impulsive, Harper had a point. She could get her parents off her back and maybe even make Nathan jealous,