Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Multiple Marriage Contracts Fanfiction Dumbledore Bashing

I had no business with having a Luna, she was just a breeder and wait, and she wasn’t a virgin when I first slept with her. I turned again to look at Dumbledore as my eyes sprung out again like they were about shooting out. “He is definitely telling the truth, they were madly in love and they both had sex several times, yes. Oh f*ck!!” I groaned within as I looked away, biting my left, little finger. ‘Darn it!! Now I despise you the more, you lowlife sl*t!!” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot.

This must be a big ass joke. A lock of hair falls over Bhyron’s forehead, making him appear like some K-pop hunk. Sigh. The Lord just had to make my worst enemy impossibly gorgeous. Aunt Ophelia scoots to the edge of her seat. “Mr Bhyron, what do you mean? The contract clearly states that you intend to get married to my niece.” Bhyron gets to his feet and paces around the table, still fiddling with the pencil. “I don’t want an actual marriage with Amani. Everything from the engagement to the marriage itself will be fake. Fake rings, fake priests, fake vows. Fake marriage certificate. Everything will be fake.”

"This is not even a funny matter." I leaned back in my chair. "She's placing a sword on my neck so that I would marry her. She's already ripping me right now. What would she do if I married her." Damien continued laughing for a while. He began coughing and trying to catch his breath. "God for you," I told him. "And your real wife has never asked you for a dime," Damien said. "Do you get it?" I agreed with him. We talked and laughed for a while. I stopped feeling sleepy and began to blend into the conversation. Damien's girlfriend was pregnant, and he wasn't ready for marriage.

“Lorenzo, how could you let this happen? You’re throwing everything away for someone who has already betrayed you.” “I didn’t throw anything away!” I shot back defensively. “Zia and I were never meant to be.” “Never meant to be?” Grandpa echoed incredulously. “You had a contract! You had a commitment!” Zia stepped forward, her chin held high. “That contract was never real for either of us. It was just a means to an end.” Henry scoffed from his seat. “And now you think marrying Raymond will fix everything? You’re making another mistake.”

"If not, the whole house will collapse under him." Harry's face paled as he looked down at the tablet strip in his hand. "Damian," he said, slowly stepping forward, "they found the pills. It's exactly what I said-pregnancy-delaying contraceptives." Damian stared. Then snatched the strip from Harry's hand and slammed it on the table. "Damian! Control yourself!" "Shut up!" he roared, voice loud enough to shake the walls. "I'm begging you. Please. Remember-you love her. You love your wife."

, he whispered, his tone dripping with disdain. "She probably entered with a false name. She's a nothing". The woman gave a polite, hollow laugh but Dane's gaze never left Lisa. Then, from somewhere in the crowd, a man muttered under his breath, "That's Mrs. Bronson now". Dane stiffened. Joseph Bronson's wife? His jaw tightened, envy burning through him. And in the moment, his smirk returned – sharper, more dangerous. If Lisa thought marriage would save her reputation, he would make sure it destroyed her instead.

I can feel how tense her muscles are under my palm. “It's fine,” my lips move without me registering the words. “Calypso, you can have him. Why don't you both get married? I'll leave. Far be it from me to stand in the way of such love.” “Smart, but no. I'm not giving you a divorce,” Charles says with a smug smile. “We signed a contract, remember?” “Please, Mr Halstead don't listen to her! She wouldn't dare break the contract.” My father says.

My knees almost buckled. It’s over. It’s really over. The thought echoed inside me like a funeral bell. Damon didn’t stop. “So, Bella”—his gaze sliced into me—“you remember what’s stated in our marriage contract, right? If you cheat, you automatically stop being Mrs. Prince. Though I must say… cheating with my father to avoid DNA suspicion? Clever.” “Damon, please don’t.” My voice trembled. “If you weren’t so damn impossible to love—if you actually tried to be with me—I wouldn’t have cheated. You never even tried to be a husband to me!”

the man asked, and she nodded. "This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love.

Haliyah’s POV. I stared at the contract I had just signed. I still couldn’t believe what I had just done. A fake marriage contract with Damon— Raven’s own uncle, a man I barely knew. I couldn’t help glancing up at him. He stood there, calm, though his Alpha presence bore down on me. “What exactly does this contract mean now? What are the conditions?” I asked, wary but curious. “You’re worried about boundaries,” he grinned. “I thought you might be.”