Farewell To My Contracted Life Novels & Stories

he replied simply, that, more than anything, was the truest thing anyone had ever said to me. Eventually, we went to bed through the quiet house, the three sleeping boys, and the ten years of life visible in every surface, corner, and door frame. I lay awake for a while after Aldric’s breathing evened out, the way I sometimes did in that specific quiet, when nothing pressed at the edges, and I could simply exist in the middle of it, free from management, performance, or effort. The contract had said two years. It had been signed in a conference room by two strangers who believed they were making a transaction, unaware that they were, without knowing it, signing the first page of a life.

I can feel my anger rising, my hands balling into fists. “Look, yes okay I broke the rules, you can easily walk right now the contract is void, but why would you? You can’t really think you can go back to your old life? If Jackson and Alena had not reached out fine, but they did and I told the hospital you had no next of kin and you were to stay dead.” He is right, I don’t think I could walk back into that life again, it was toxic, amazing but toxic. “Think about it, don’t just walk out, take time and consider what you will do if you decide to tear up that contract.” Nodding I turn, walking to the door, what am I doing?

My insides felt hot as my need burned up deep inside of my core. “Before that, tell me…why were you crying? Did I do something to upset you?” Hayden asked with genuine concern. Of course, I’m crying because in a few days the contract will expire, and I won’t ever get to see him again. Then out of nowhere, he starts showering me with farewell gifts that I could sell whenever I was faced with financial difficulties in the future? What the hell is that all about? Shit. Just thinking about it is giving me a massive headache and I felt like I was ready to cry some more.

“Lauren is gone, Ari.” The sharp ache in my chest returned instantly at the mention of my grandmother. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening slightly around the sleeve of the hoodie I was wearing. “Sorry,” she said softly, noticing the action. “It’s fine.” But it wasn’t. Nothing about any of this was fine. “The reason for the contract marriage is technically over,” she continued carefully after a moment. “So… what now?” For the first time since the funeral, I actually let myself think about it.

My heart did that hopeful little leap as I clicked on it. But as my eyes scanned the words, that leap plummeted straight into my stomach. “Elara, after much consideration, we regret to inform you that we must withdraw from the contract at this time. Recent circumstances have come to our attention that make it unfeasible to proceed with the project. We apologize for the inconvenience and wish you the best in your future endeavors.” That was it. Cold. Clinical. Final. My coffee slipped from my hand and splattered across the rug, but I didn’t even notice. I just kept reading the email over and over, trying to make the words change.

she said smoothly, as if they were meeting at a dinner party rather than in her shattered marriage bed. Axton shut his eyes, as if wishing the world would disappear. But for Isla, it already had.

I never thought I would marry him, and I certainly never believed he would settle down for me. But that day, he kneeled in front of me with a sincerity I had never seen before. "Mimi, as long as I'm alive, I'll only ever love you," he said. "Trust me. If I ever change, may the gods punish me by death." Eight years had passed. Francesco was still very much alive, and yet he had long forgotten his promise. Regret filled his eyes as he met my gaze. I smiled, finally relieved. "Thank God I figured it out before it was too late. Now I can finally let you go."

Such sensitive guy. I get a magazine to lessen the hotness he's feeling and try to fan him. He got it and threw it away. His men catch it. The president already signed the contract and Jay as Jeoff's representative even this guy was here. Tsk. “Thank you so much.” as Jay accept the farewell handshakes and we finally leave the place. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

final. *Thump. *Thump. *Thump. The end of a life. What a waste. When the service concludes and the crowd begins to disperse toward the waiting limousines, I gently release Grandmother’s hand. I need to find Deckard. I need to pull him aside, away from the cameras, and tell him that the papers are waiting on his desk and that I was very serious about the divorce. I need to tell him that it's such a shame that he hasn't even realised I've moved out of his house already.

something dark, something hungry. But then it was gone. Replaced by that cold mask he wore like an armor. Did he hate what he saw? Was he disgusted? I shook my head. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. This was a contract. A transaction. Nothing more. I walked to the bed and set the shopping bag down. I pulled out the tissue paper, slowly, almost reverently. And then I saw it.