Harry Potter Inheritance Marriage Contract Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already. She was married! With Kelvin Williams! "We will pack all the things in your house," Kelvin said, breaking Luliyah out of her thoughts. Luliyah looked up, seeing Kelvin who said it while closing his eyes. "Ah ... But ..." Luliyah couldn't digest it all. Everything was happening so fast. Wasn't their marriage just a contract marriage? Should she also live with Kelvin? 'Contract marriage...' They were married because of their own interests. Harris initially opposed the marriage because Kelvin was in no gain position. Kelvin will spend a lot of money to pay for Luliyah's mother hospital bill, but what will she give Kelvin in return?

Richard rubbed his jaw lightly. “The man said billionaires executives do it all the time now,” he muttered. “As if marriage has become some kind of corporate strategy.” “It probably has for some people,” I said before thinking too deeply about it. His gaze shifted back to me immediately. “You’ve actually seen that happen before?” “Yes.” He looked mildly surprised. I folded my hands loosely in my lap. “One of Harry’s cousins had a contract marriage years ago.” Richard’s brows lifted slightly. “What for?” “Inheritance.” That got his attention.

"The nonchalance. The way he lets you go and come back without ever really fighting for anything. He needed the performance, not the person." I sat down heavily on the small couch near the booth door. "Tell me about the dinner," he said. "It was not dinner. There was no food involved." I exhaled. "Daniel wants me to marry him for a year, a contract. His grandmother left his inheritance tied to a marriage clause, and he wants to collect it." I looked up. "He was serious, Harry. Completely serious." The silence that followed lasted only a few seconds. Then the grin came. Slow and wide and already running several steps ahead of the conversation.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Harry said flatly. Arabella raised an eyebrow. “And why is that a big deal?” Harry took a deep breath. “Because he thinks we’re a happy couple. He doesn’t know that we’re in a contract marriage.” Arabella froze for a second before bursting into laughter. “Oh my God! So I have to pretend to be your sweet and loving wife?” Harry scoffed. “Don’t overdo it. I just need you to be convincing enough so Grandpa believes we’re a real married couple.”

If they had a child, those inheritances would all go to Harry's name. Perhaps this was why he was eager to have a child with her after they got married. No one was more upset and despaired than Harry when they had lost the child that day. She thought he really cared about that child. But it turned out that he was upset because he had lost the inheritance which he'd almost obtained. She had to admit Harry was very good at acting. He was so good that she believed that he was truly deeply in love with her over the years. Now, it was time to wake up from the dream he had personally created for her.

If I didn't take my time to read that contract they were never going to inform me. "It was too late to add it to the amendments so you still will be married to Zachary for the next 18 months but you'd be given your inheritance in 12 months. Once you receive your inheritance you can choose to leave your marriage. The family will pay a blind eye to your whereabouts." Uncle said, it wasn't too much but it was fair. "Add it to the contract, I don't want empty promises." Kelvin brought out his pen and proceeded to include our recent compromise to the contract. I wonder why they can't just do just that with our first compromise. I shouldn't expect less from these scumbags.

So they are waiting to see how Xavier will get out of this mess. Noel looked smug, too proud of himself. But Xavier looked calm. "Noel, we indeed signed a contract to marry your daughter. But looks like you forgot the terms and conditions. It was agreed upon that she should give me a heir after marriage. But I never agreed to marry a lady who is already pregnant with someone else's child. I am still open minded. But not so much as to raise someone else's child as my own. So that contract was null and void now. You can sue all you want. But nothing happen. You cannot do anything to me" Xavier reminded him.

Well my father is dying as you know and when he does, someone has to inherit his estate, I have two other brothers and we all want this, my father basically told us to get married, he said whoever gets married first will inherit everything. I couldn't look past Isabella's past but I knew that I could use it to my advantage so I drew up a contract, if she helps me get the inheritance then she will get a handsome pay out when my father passes away." I said. "Wow... That is a lot... I don't know what to say. " She said. "There is more... My father found out about the contract and now I have to let her go." I said. "Okay... But you said that you love her right?" She asked me.