Harry Potter Inheritance Marriage Contract Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Theo had found that on his own, and the heavens knew how much more had actually dug up. Alicia slumped on the couch with a defeated sigh, rubbing her temples. She was mad at everyone else but Theo. She wondered who between Hilda and Xavier had squealed. But having no way of knowing, Alicia decided to forget about it and instead study the contract in her hands. Placing her feet on the table, Alicia leaned back on the couch and held the contract in front of her. A Marriage contract between Theodore Cavill and Alicia Smoke.

Alice smirked, "You go on with your girlfriend and leave me do whatever it is I please with myself. Soon, three years will be over, you'll get your inheritance and I'll get my share and this sham of a marriage will be over" "And while we're still in this.... sham of a marriage, you are mandated to make grandma believe that nothing is wrong with us" Kelvin said. "No I'm not" Alice denied. "Yes, you are, dummy. You signed a contract that till I get my inheritance, you will not do anything that will make grandma cut me off" Kelvin spoke, trying to hide his fear. "You're the dummy, Kelvin. Despite being so educated you still don't know how to read. I signed that I would not reveal anything to Gr

"That's impossible; I'm fully aware and knowledgeable about the terms of Axel's inheritance; how could we transfer the shares to his name when he isn't married? How dare you come here and bring a stupid executive assistant, and God knows to where garbage did you pick him up to be here and help you spread schemes of lies! I won't let you ruin the honorable reputation of my husband and your grandfather!" "We can all calm down, Mrs. Crawford; I have a valid and legal binding marriage contract of Sir Crawford to his wife Doctor Robin Harris Crawford; you can go ahead and call any legal department or any party you want to validate this marriage contract if no one raises any violent reaction we ca

No 6: You may touch nothing which belongs to him. No 7: You may not invite your friends to his house, oh! Especially male friends. No 8: You may not talk and spend time with his housemaids. No 9: You may not meet his family without his permission. And the last one, Soo-Yun, you know it is a contract marriage, so you can’t stop him from dating anyone or meeting anyone or he will also not stop you.” Won-Chal cleared her and took a glance at his friend, who was staring at Soo-Yun with no emotions. Soo-Yun nodded in order of agreement. Won-Chal passed her the pen, and she glanced at Jun-Sang, who was gazing at her emotionlessly. She sighed and signed the agreement. After that, she bowed to Won-C

“We’re… married?” Harry held her gaze. “Legally, yes.” “Why?” “Because Don can’t enforce that debt against you if you’re under my protection. As your husband, any debts owed shift to me. And Elena…” he lowered his voice, eyes softening “…I needed a way to stop him from taking you.” She felt shock, confusion… but also something warm she couldn’t name. She hadn’t expected this. She never thought Harry would ever … Don scoffed loudly. “You think a paper changes anything?”

Deal with what came after…after. They went downstairs. Her father was waiting in the grand foyer, ready to escort her to the marquee and give her away. He’d given her away when she was seven, Erin thought. Peter would never do that to Jack. She had to make this marriage work. Had to. A princess…a gut-wrenchingly beautiful princess. Peter’s heart started galloping as she walked down the aisle towards him. A surge of desire tightened his groin. His bride. The woman he’d wanted more than any other. But she wasn’t smiling.

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.”

My name looked strange next to his. "So that's it." I slid the folder back across the table. "We're engaged." "We're engaged." He said it flatly, testing the words like they belonged to someone else. "Feels different saying it out loud." "Feels insane saying it out loud." He almost smiled at that. Almost. I filed the expression away without meaning to. The way you notice a detail in a room you'll want to remember later. We left separately, ten minutes apart, per section two of the contract we'd just signed. I walked back toward campus alone, folder tucked under my arm. My head was still catching up to what my hand had just agreed to.

“Before you continue arguing about my marriage, I would like to remind everyone that I am supposed to be involved in it.” He looked first at me, then at his father. “I’m not going to pretend that after the Ball I stopped being interested in Alice. I like her. I still believe that one day I might want to marry her, if that is where both of us arrive. But for exactly that reason, I will not agree to turn such a marriage into a magical contract between this house and her power.” There was no resentment in his voice. Only clarity. “If Alice ever chooses me, I want to know she chose the man, not a convenient method of saving the world. And I want a wife, not a source of energy my family can pass

He pulled me closer to him, and I felt the warmth of his body. “A contract?” “Yes, a contractual marriage. One that benefits the both of us.” This is absurd. “Go find a bride who’s actually interested.” I shot back, trying to turn away. Then, Logan offered me something unexpected. “I know about your mother’s inheritance,” he said, voice softer. “Once we fulfill the contract, you’ll get it back. Even the land your mother merged with your father’s pack – everything. We can divorce after that.” Any desire to walk out was erased. Regain my mother’s inheritance? I slowed my thoughts to consider his offer.