Harry Fleur Marriage Contract Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I want to know how it will look now. You will not marry her anymore” “There is a Marriage Contract in the middle of this story”. "And what does that mean"? “It means I have to wait.” “Expect what else, if she and her brother are together”? "Waiting for my dad and hers to come to an agreement." “But tell me honestly. You fell in love with her”? Ferhat smiles and shakes his head no. "No of course not". Nida smiles happily once more, hoping that Ferhat will stay with her. “Then do I have a chance”?

Contract Marriage My head moved when I heard Stefano's voice, so my attention went to him. "Sign that contract. I will help you hide and escape from your family but in exchange for that, I want you to marry me tomorrow because my parents have been pestering me to get married for a long time now. I'm getting irritated because they keep repeating themselves. Our marriage will only last for three years so you can save up and be able to support yourself on your own without your family when you already escape from them. I just want to remind you again that you are heavily guarded by your mother's men, so if you don't want to get shot and put your life at risk, you'll sign that contract. All the t

I found myself saying, and just as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on us, her eyes went wide immediately as she pushed me away and got up to her feet immediately. “What?!” She exclaimed. Great! Just great Jonathan, what a way to ruin the mood. “A public wedding? I don’t want to, please don’t make me,” She said turning back to face me, I sighed and slowly got up to my feet. “I know you’re looking forward to the fourteenth day, but Jackie please, I can assure you, we’ll get a divorce as initially agreed,” “Don’t deceive me Jonathan, I might be helpless but I’m not a child! We have just seven days left for this contract to end, and we’re supposed to have an elaborate wedding and still

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.”

"But for now, we want you to remain only a couple, without any engagement. We'd like Helena to be a little older before she gets married and starts her own family." "I'll accept those conditions as long as you allow me to stay by the side of the omega I love. I'll do whatever it takes to remain with my Helena," Harry agrees without hesitation. Crying again, but this time with happiness, I walk over to my parents and hug them tightly, silently thanking them for supporting my love. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad..." I whisper through my tears. "Thank you for giving me what I've always wanted..." With the matter finally settled, my parents leave, and Harry and I have a few minutes alone in his

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.

Their auras were almost at par. Harry suddenly chuckled darkly at Aaron’s words. He shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced at Aaron with a smug look on his face. “Should you even be asking me that question? Is Tessa your wife? The last time I checked, she had no ring on her finger. What I’m doing here is none of your fucking business, Aaron. Just focus on my sister. You signed a contract to form an alliance between our companies through marriage and you know the price to pay if you breach the contract.”

Her breathing was a soft, steady rhythm against my skin, and every time she exhaled, the scent of vanilla drifted up to remind me of exactly what we’d just done. ​I stared up at the ceiling, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips that I couldn’t wipe off if I tried. I was out of my mind. Completely, dangerously crazy about her. Looking at her like this, tangled in the sheets with her copper hair fanned across my skin, the fake marriage contract felt like a joke. A piece of paper. I didn't want a show anymore. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to tear that contract up, ring a priest, and tie myself to Ruby Bells until the day I stopped breathing.

My hand drifts unconsciously to my belly. Harry catches the movement and tilts his head. “Yeah, we did have plans,” he says slowly. “Nothing’s changed, except you’re not part of them anymore.” He stretches out his arm, and Viv glides toward him like a predator in designer heels, his hand snaking around her waist. My eyes dart between them. “All this…” I look down at the divorce papers. “It’s because of her?” They both smile. And like this is a romcom and I’m the underwritten supporting character who just got dumped for someone ‘more fun’, Harry steps away, striding over to a desk, and he grabs a pen, glances at his Rolex, and lets out an exaggerated sigh.

Sofia clutched Harry’s hand for support, pouting, “I don’t want to get married to someone that I haven’t even met.” I blinked. No, they have already agreed to this marriage. How could my sister have last-minute plans? “But your wedding is going to be tomorrow.” Harry smirked, “You know what’s worse? They say he’s gay and infertile. I couldn’t let your sister get married like that.”