Esposa Por Contrato Novels & Stories

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

Camila shot back. “Distance? Privacy?” Aston scoffed, leaning forward. “You're my legal wife, Camila. Am I supposed to treat you like my secretary?” “We're in a contract marriage.” Camila corrected him, lifting her face to meet his eyes. “There are rules to be followed. You should know better than anyone.” “The contract doesn't have any rules nor signature.” He leaned closer, his face stopping inches from hers. “So tell me, Mrs. Winston. Are you my contract wife or legal wife?”

"Please read through that carefully." I picked it up. The cover said: Marriage Contract. I opened it and started reading while Mr. Cole summarized the terms out loud. "My client is offering a one-year contract marriage of convenience. You will live together in his residence. The arrangement is strictly confidential. You will attend public events and social occasions with him as his wife. You will not pursue outside romantic relationships for the duration of the contract." I kept reading. Monthly allowance, full payment of all medical expenses, room, board, and personal expenses are all covered.

“Caspian, I’m grateful for all you’ve done. But as you can see, my brother is resting and I’d like to stay with him. And about the divorce, my lawyer will reach out to you. Please cooperate.” His eyes sharpened. “What the fuck are you talking about, Serena ? We’re not getting divorced.” “It’s a contract marriage,” I said. “I don’t want it anymore. We don't even love each other. All of this is a deal and I was deceived—” “Exactly.” He cut me off, his voice low and hard. “Its a contract and you signed it. Voluntarily. It's not like I held a fun to your head. It was written clearly that we will be married for a year and then we can get divorce if any party wishes to. This is just the seventh mo

"This is our room," Jun-Sang said as Soo-Yun entered the room. "I want a separate room," Soo-Yun said with a straight face. "Soo-Yun stop your drama." Jun-Sang glared at her, his face showing he was angry but inside he was happy that she was here. "Why? I want my separate room ``'' Everyone out there knows you are my wife- "A contract wife." Soo-Yun added before Jun-Sang finished his sentence, her voice serious as ever. He just stared for a second, thinking about how he ended up like this. "Soo-Yun, it is about my reputation so please don't make this hard for me. The whole company knows we got married." Soo-Yun rolled her eyes. She had never liked to be treated badly, especially by her husba

Or did he plan never to marry? "Okay. There would be terms and conditions, right?" "Yes, I would lay my terms and you will lay your terms in the contract and we would both sign. Once you've agreed, I'll get my lawyer to start the paperwork." "While I'm your uh, wife, will I still work for you?" "No. I don't link my personal life to work. As my wife, you'd have your own job in another company." "Do I get to tell Kate or anyone?" "No, you don't. This is our own contract between both of us. And once you sign that contract, any security breach shall be taken legally. In simpler terms, you aren't meant to say a word to anyone."

The terms of the contract marriage were spelled out in clear and concise language, leaving no room for misinterpretation. The first condition stipulated that for the duration of the contract, she would be devoted exclusively to Mr. Liam Hamilton and could not entertain any other romantic relationships. The second condition emphasized the importance of respecting Mr. Hamilton's privacy and not interfering in his personal or family matters. Elena nodded to herself as she read through these conditions, understanding the need for discretion and loyalty in this arrangement.

“You should just do well as my wife and prepare for the birth of a child, not work at all!” "Our contract doesn't have a term that prevents me from working." I countered, "Besides, it's not too late if I quit the job after I get pregnant." "In fact, Our contract has a term that prevents you from working," said Matthew, "According to the contract, you have to cooperate with me to play the role of my wife well, and you know, if you are really my wife, I will never let you do the tiring job like that?" Matthew was right, he paid me to play his wife well, not to let me do whatever I wanted to do and then annoyed him. Logically, I couldn't beat Matthew, but I really wanted to work.

“Contract wife. There's a difference between the two concepts.” Easton sighed. She was really stubborn. He knew how to fix that. “As long as the contract is still active, you're my wife, and are not allowed to flirt with other men!” He snapped. “It's none of your business who I flirt with, Mr. Ferdinand. As far as I'm not married to you for real, but on paper, I am entitled to that right.” She argued. “The contract states that you have no romantic relationships with anyone, Nicole. Why can't you see that?” He was becoming frustrated.

I'm practically spitting on her as I talk, walking closer to her with every word I spew. "Jory Payne was my contracted fiancé, and your wife seduced him and got pregnant. Yes, the marriage contract says that we can terminate once one of the parties gets pregnant or gets someone pregnant, but both parties have to agree to the termination, and I don't agree! I want to keep the contract, and on top of that, Jory and I will get custody of the brats." The bitch actually stands in her position with a smug smile.