Farewell To My Contracted Life Novels & Stories

L Another contract, another door closing, another piece of the life I'd fought so hard to build gone. And this time… There was no one left to catch me as I fell.

Ethan said "I know that. That is not why I am saying no. I am saying no because I am not losing you to him. Not after everything that has happened to us." The corridor was quiet between Ethan and me. "Not after everything " I repeated slowly to Ethan. Ethan looked at me. That steady unreadable look that I had learned by now was not unreadable at all. It was just Ethan deciding how much to let out at "The contract ended yesterday, " Ethan said. I had not realised. In everything that had happened I had not counted the days. "It did, " I said to Ethan. Ethan said "You are still here." "I am still here, " I said.

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

“I already told you. This is temporary. Luna will take care of you while I’m gone but try to have fun while at it.” George looked between the two women. Emily, his wife, was poised, distant. Luna, on the other hand, stood perfectly still, her long coat brushing her calves, her suitcase by her side like an emblem of permanence. “Take care of me?” George said, his confusion boiling over. “What does that even mean? Is this some kind of joke?” Luna finally spoke. Her voice was calm, soft, and disturbingly composed. “I’m not here to replace her, George. I’m here… under contract.”

"No more contracts. No more business transactions. No more silence." "Just us?" I ask. "Just us," she replies. She looks at the trash can. "The contract is dead, Gideon. Let’s see what happens without the ink.".

Victor proffered, staring into her eyes, hoping she had something she wanted. “My mother just died, not that I failed a test and need something to encourage me the more. What on earth do you think I would want? I am sorry, but I think I need some time alone.” Lila said and left. Victor wished he hadn’t said that. He wanted to make sure that she doesn’t end the contract or sort and that was the reason he was trying to be nice. He knew the kind of woman she is, she could get the money back and then refund, so she wouldn’t have to marry him. But that wasn’t totally possible, because they had been bound by a contract.

MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍 Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could eas

Lara remained silent, unable to piece everything together. “I have to leave now, Miss Zhang. Have the contract and here is my contact info.'' He tossed a plastic card on the table and Lara looked at it but before she could raise her head, he was gone and the seat was as empty as it had been before he arrived. She glanced at the exit but didn’t see him. If not for the file and the card on the table, she would have believed it was only her imagination.