Flash Marriage President Contract Wife Novels & Stories

'Mika'il Malik Masari marrying the President's daughter Zara Buhari Yakasai? His eyes pop open at this, he immediately tap the site again to see what has happened and immediately regretted it a second later. His marriage with Zara is not a love marriage! From the tweets screenshots posted in that site about their marriage and the replies his first wife gave to a few of them. He's seen some photoshoots too but it still didn't change the fact that he didn't marry Zara because he loves her! Then why on earth did he betray his first wife? He never wished to add a second wife his whole life.

A comfortable home, and skilled medical personnel. He looked me straight in the eye and continued, "As stated in the contract, our marriage will last six months from the wedding date. You'll receive a total payment of $5 million, paid in two installments: $2.5 million before sunset today, and the remaining $2.5 million upon completion of the contract.” He paused, his expression unyielding. “You'll need to quit your jobs, Alessia. Being a waitress and club worker isn't suitable for my wife, even if it’s just on paper.”

" The following morning, a messenger in a spotless black suit handed the contract in a large envelope. With my hands shaking a little, I signed for it and shut the door. I opened the envelope cautiously while seated at my unsteady kitchen table, exposing a stack of clean, typewritten sheets. In stark black and white, the terms were presented: 1. Five years of marriage with Williams Franklin. 2. Making public appearances as his spouse while upholding the appearance of a cordial partnership. 3. A $50,000 monthly allowance with a $5 million lump sum payoff after contract conclusion. 4. Complete confidentiality about the arrangement's nature. One thing was obvious: this wasn't simply a sale; it

Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract. But his next words made her heave a sigh of relief. He didn't actually find out about the contract her father made with Sebastian's father or the one she made with sebastian. "Listen Christian, you're being delusional. Sebastian and I met each other a long time ago. The only reason why we didn't make our relationship public was because I didn't want my career to be affected by the news." "You're lying!" Christian argued. "No, I'm not Christian! I love my husband a lot and he loves me. I can never leave him."

Shena said, even though she wasn't ready. Ola told Jessi to give the tablet to Shena through her eyes. After that, Jessi slowly handed the tablet to Shena who had leaned over to look at the tablet more closely. Shena read the display on Ola's tablet. An article whose title was written in all capital letters and bold. 'EXCLUSIVE NEWS! XAVIER WAS CAUGHT ON CAMERA KISSING A WOMAN! THIS IS THE WOMAN.' Shena scrolled down the screen a little, seeing a photo with a very familiar setting. It looked like a nightclub. There was a man and a woman kissing in the middle of a crowd of visitors.

She holds up a stack of papers, the weight of them heavy with implication. I shake my head in denial. “No... this is Elijah’s weird idea of a joke.” “Sweetie, this is Elijah’s idea of a proposal.” She locks eyes with me, her expression serious. “He’s offering you a contract marriage.” “Let me see this.” I reach out to grab the papers, my hands trembling slightly as I begin to read. “‘No infidelity, no drug use, approval of all my interactions with the media.’” I look up at Leslie, bewildered. “I... I don’t get this. I’ve known this guy for two days.”

"My wife and I are here to address the malicious rumors regarding our marriage." Before I could even finish the sentence, a reporter in the front row stood up, interrupting me. "Mr. Voss! A new document was leaked to the press just five minutes ago," the reporter shouted, holding up a printout. "It's a signed contract between you and Lila, dated the day of your wedding. Clause four explicitly states that this marriage will be dissolved in exactly twelve months with a payout of ten million dollars. Care to explain why your 'devoted' wife has a contract with an expiration date?"

With a lazy and casual tone, he added, "You need money, right? You agreed to sleep with me for just twenty grand. This agreement will be valid for three years. Just scribble the amount on that check." I stared at Connor in surprise, hoping to see a hint of respect from his eyes. Unfortunately, there was none. There was nothing but pride. Disappointment washed over me like a cold wave. I put down the agreement, and for the first time, I said to Connor with a cold face, "Is that how you see me?" In a relationship, I thought it'd be all about love and respect. A couple would get each other's backs, cheering and leaning on one another through thick and thin.

Then he said, between chuckles, "What else were you expecting, dear wife? The reporters already got enough content. Were you hoping we’d give them a full couples-in-bed show?" I felt the vein in my forehead about to pop from pure rage. "You—!" I snapped, giving him a slap that echoed in the air for a moment. "You don't kiss me without my permission!" I folded my arms, glaring daggers at him. He rubbed the place where I'd slapped him, a smile curling up that showed his sharp canine teeth—why were his canines so sharp anyway?! "Dear wife," he began, drawing closer so fast I didn’t even catch him moving,

Three years later, when she encountered the same situation today, she had Quinn by her side, who was willing to be her strongest support. In this lifetime, it was her fortune to meet him in the vast sea of people! It was not until Quinn's figure, holding Isabella, disappeared that the people at the scene reacted. Surprise was written in everyone's eyes. What did their president just say? He said Isabella was his wife? Martha stared wide-eyed in the direction where Quinn and Isabella had disappeared, and said with a sudden realization, "So the Mrs. Ashton who lives in the company's internal emails is our Isabella from the Sales Department."