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I'll make him explain more things to me. "I don't understand," I mumbled. "What don't you understand?" he asked back, but I couldn't even speak. I'm shell-shocked. "Without that, this won't be possible." He added. But this still doesn't explain anything. I've read books about contract marriage, but of course, at the end, some things do get screwed up and all of that. What's going to happen by the time people get to know that Dorian and I were in nothing but a contract marriage? Even if he's trying to help me, must it be this way? Can't he figure out another way of helping me, after all, he's the alpha, and I believe just a command from him would obviously change everything.

He even faked a laugh," hahaha... Unlike the olden days, marriage can no longer be rush. My sweetheart and I are still trying to understand eachother, how can we get married so soon?" Lord Douglas scoffed and stood, "you get me the marriage certificate and I resume taking my drug," Lord Douglas suddenly began to cough. Harry attended to him at once and cleaned the blood that had popped out of his nose then lead his grandfather to his room. This stubborn old man is so hard to convince! Harry thought as he walked back to the dinning. Marriage certificate? That's so fast. Harry didn't want to have anything to do with any woman cause that will betray the love he has for his late girlfriend. It's

“This thing we have going between us. What if we made it real?” His question shot me up into a sitting position, my pulse spiking as I looked at him as though he had lost his head. “What?” Theon sat up as well, much calmer than I was “We are already married, and the contract doesn’t have an expiration date or any clause about divorce in the contract we signed. What if we just forgot that the contract existed and made it real?” “I don’t need to ask. You’ve lost your mind” I breathed out.

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.”

Laurel asked as she opened the file and quickly scanned its contents. Her eyes widened. "A contract? A marriage contract? How does this relate to me and my workplace?" Laurel inquired, fixing her gaze on Rhett and awaiting his explanation. "Get into a contract marriage with me," Rhett stated firmly. "Are you out of your mind? Why on earth should I agree to a contract marriage with you?" Laurel exclaimed, slamming the file on the table and rising to her feet, visibly angered.

Maria's heart sank, her eyes scanning the papers as if searching for an escape clause. "I don't want to come back and meet you here," Alejandro instructed, his voice firm, before turning and walking away, leaving Maria alone with her shattered dreams and the crushing reality of their failed marriage. "I guess I was stupid," Maria muttered to herself, her voice laced with regret and disappointment. "How could I forget this was a contract from the beginning? How could I be so foolish?" She felt a wave of shame wash over her, realizing she had let her emotions cloud her judgment. She had allowed herself to believe in a fairy tale, a love story that was never meant to be.

he says “I don't understand what's going on. Why do you want to get married to me? I barely know you” I say “But you've been living here for a while now” he says “That doesn't count for anything” I counter “Maybe, but it's a contract marriage and you're the best fit for the role. Given your relationship and bond with my daughter, there's no one better to assume this position. The Contract would last for seven years. And in return, I'll clear off your student loans down to the last cent as well as your mother's gambling debt. And you'll be heavily compensated” he says calmly as though he's demanding for something as simple as water.

Arthur isn't meeting my gaze. Oh, right. My wolf growled possessively. That's not what concerned me, what concerned me was our contract. I needed this. "I really did always think I would marry her," something sad crept its way into Arthur's voice. "But, if I remember correctly, you thought you were going to marry Landon. You were fated mates." I did, and we were. As much as the thought sickens me now I had wanted it at one point, wanted it for a very long time. I put up with years of abuse because I wanted it. Arthur watched me, watching for the moment in which his words sunk in. His gaze was intense, I felt bare before him. "So you should understand that none of that matters. We have a cont

Someone inside the council is orchestrating a play against Blackridge, and they used your marriage contract as the wedge. Harry stood up slowly, the mate bond in his chest flaring with a sudden, vicious pulse. The guilt hit him again, cold and sharp; he had hesitated when the accusations landed. He had let his pride and his anger cloud his judgement while Bella was being used as a pawn in a game much larger than a broken contract. 'Get the enforcers ready,' Harry said quietly. We aren't just looking for my wife anymore. We are hunting a traitor. In the outer corridor near the pack archives, Brianna paced nervously against the stone wall.

she sneered, I frowned, she passed me, entering the house, while I stood there, still holding the door. It took me a moment or so to realize she had entered, I turned to look at her, “what do you want Chloe?” I asked, she smirked, “I’m here to take what is mine, Harris” she crossed her arms over her chest, calling out his name. “He’s my husband now, don’t you dare talk about him like that, and he’s not here!” I said, she smiled, “your husband?” she laughed sarcastically. “He was never you husband, Harris told me everything about the marriage contract, everything was fake…” she said, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a dagger, “what?” I asked, feeling shocked, and broken. her words cut