Flash Marriage President Contract Wife Novels & Stories

She did not notice him getting up to bring something but she jumped when a stack of papers landed on the table that was in their middle. "Read it and sign it,” he was not giving her an option because his voice held command and brook no room for discussion. "What is this?” With shaky hands, Ariella reached for the stack of papers. She flipped through the papers and her heart immediately became cold when she read the words written on it. It was an agreement for a contract marriage between the both of them with terms and conditions applied. She was to marry Kelvin and stay with him for one year until she gave birth to his child and he in return would provide for her and the child but they won't

Carson and Lena stood together in front of a backdrop with the company logo, lights flashing, reporters whispering behind cameras. The lead publicist stepped forward. “Thank you all for joining us on short notice. Mr. O’Connell and his wife have a brief statement to make. Please, no questions afterward.” Carson took the mic first. “Good evening. I know many of you are curious about the recent rumors surrounding my personal and business life. I’m here to clarify that I married Lena Wellington several months ago, and while our relationship began under unique circumstances, it has grown into something deeply personal and genuine.”

Becky “I can't come and live with you just because I signed some irrelevant papers, Mr President” “But that irrelevant papers showed that you're now my wife kitty” He said with a wink showing me his annoying dimples “You don't understand it, I only agreed to marry you because of the contract, we never talked about leaving together” “Well you're now my wife so what do you expect?” “I can't do this Mr President, I can't live with you” “That's fine, you might as well forget about the contract” He smiled in a cunning way

Gently, he placed his arms around her shoulders , pulling her closer , he turned around, now facing Johnson and his daughter , with his clear and magnetic voice, he carefully announced word for word. "Not sorry for disappointing you , but your conclusion is very wrong; she is my lawfully wedded wife. " BOOM! His words came out like a boom to their audience but they started recalling that eventful night . President Rey had actually gotten married and some of them were fortunate enough to witness it . The Groom had appeared with a picture of a dead little girl. The media even went crazy about it back then , but the news only stayed for two hours before it was taken down. No media platform dare

I tried to get close, but she raised her hand, and I stopped. “So it's true? You slept with the president's wife? Our first lady? Does he… know?” she asked, and I nodded my head, “Wait what? He knows?” “Their marriage was arranged.” “Of course, just like ours.” She chuckled. “No. Ours wasn't arranged; I had an option; I could have moved on.” “So you're saying I'm hanging onto you?”

She met his furious gaze with a cold, steady indifference that only seemed to fuel his rage and asked in a voice devoid of emotion, "Who are you talking about, President James? Our marriage is nothing but a legal contract. Why would I jeopardize my own position by gossiping about a sham?” He stood over her, his shadow looming large in the office, and he roared, “I want an explanation, Brooklyn. How did the news of our marriage leak?” Brooklyn looked at her husband in name coldly and asked, "Do you think I care enough about this sham of a marriage to leak it, President James?” Preston slammed his hand on the mahogany desk. He leaned closer to her, his eyes flashing with coldness she had never

Christian allowed his conscience to peep in as he revealed the most validated scene to him. "We haven't signed any contract. It's a real marriage." "But last night, Riley said you guys married only for the show." "What she said is true. It's a verbal contract." 'That I haven't agreed upon. And probably will never agree upon.' He was almost tempted to shatter his happiness and overconfidence. But then kept it to himself. He will make sure to make him fall from the sky.

"She looks... she’s..." Ian stepped toward Valentina, his presence a dark, overwhelming shadow. He wrapped a heavy arm around her waist, hauling her flush against his side. The heat of him was intoxicating, sandalwood, smoke, and pure authority. Valentina didn't pull away. She leaned into him, using his massive frame as a shield against the monster she used to love. The monster who wanted to kill her. "This is my wife, Misha Kingston," Ian announced, his voice laced with a possessive, territorial pride that cut through Kennedy’s sanity. "Misha, this is Kennedy. My lead accountant. He handles the tedious details of my smaller holdings."

“He doesn't spend time with Isabel anymore, and I regret dragging you into this, knowing it could destroy their relationship.” I stayed silent, unsure of what to say. She was clearly regretting the situation, but it was too late. Ivan and I had grown close, and the thought of being apart from him was something I dreaded. “The media loved the interview, and it’s quieted any doubts,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye—though it seemed just as fake as her smile. “We’re supposed to proceed with the wedding, but I can’t let that happen.” A chill ran down my spine as I asked, “What exactly are you suggesting?”

Nathan asked in shock, wrapping the duvet around his waist as he got out of bed "How could you?" She asked, still trying to process the shock. It felt as if a worm was eating its way through her brain as Nathan’s moans replayed in her head "We were supposed to get married. How could you do this to me?", Brenda asked, sobbing quietly Nathan hurried towards her and grabbed her hands eagerly "Brenda it isn't what it looks like honey, I promise" He quickly tried to embrace her, but Brenda pushed him away angrily "Yeah? Cause it looks like you're a f*cking cheat!" She yelled, and clenched her fists, her heart beating furiously