It Was Just A Contract Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm apparently your therapist today, so I might as well see this through. What possessed you to marry her in the first place?" Silas leaned back and stared at the exposed industrial ductwork crisscrossing the ceiling. "Do you know what our novel is called?" The question came out of nowhere, edged with bitter humor. Avery blinked. "What novel?" "In my head, the last three years were one badly written novel with a terrible ending." Silas lowered his gaze to the drafting pen on his desk. "It was called 'When the Contract Ends, Ms. Sloan, You're Free'." Avery froze. "What contract?"

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

Maximus said, making me smile. "Thank you so much, my love," was all I could say before kissing him deeply, which again sparked the heat between us, filling us with joy only we could give each other. I was happy to know that Maximus Lardizabal was truly my husband now and that our marriage was for life, no longer just a one-year contract for intimacy. This is the story of my love life, which started with a contract and ended in real life as true partners facing life's challenges together.

Mariz continued. “I bet he is,” I said but I didn’t comment further. I understood why she told me about Giselle because she has always been a simp for the model. “I heard a different story about the man she was dating, Mariz. I heard he was married with a kid so I doubt if there would a wedding coming up soon for that woman,” I didn’t intend to say that but I was provoked. I couldn’t let the fake news about Giselle and Lucas getting married anytime soon. “Oh, really?” Mariz asked.

Ferhat turns off the cell phone and Rabia tells her mother what is happening. “Come on Rabia tell me. What there was"? “Do you believe that Mr. Berat will enforce the Marriage Contract between Ferhat and a stranger. The mother puts her hand over her mouth in surprise. "How absurd" “It is really absurd. He is demanding that Ferhat marry a woman he has never seen in his life. Can that”? Merve shakes her head. "It seems that Berat has not yet forgotten this blessed Marriage Contract." “He has not forgotten and will not forget. Tell me what country is this that forces people who don't know each other to get married?

He was offering me a way out, a dangerous, insane way out, but still… The sound of him shuffling back to the counter pulled me out of my thoughts. What looked like a contract seemed to have joined the other relics in their spots. My hand shook as I took the pen he slid across the counter. My eyes blurred over the words. Contract marriage. One year. Protection. Money. Was this a mistake? Was I making the right choice? My signature spilled across the line before I could stop myself. A strange relief flooded me, heavy and dizzying, until I noticed the extra papers tucked behind.

He slid a file across the table towards her. Elise picked up the file and opened it. The title page was printed in bold letters and read, "Contract Marriage between… Party A and Party B." Flipping through the pages, Elise subjected herself to reading and digesting each word of the draft carefully, making sure not to leave any clause untouched. Meanwhile, Ethan watched the lady before him. She was so engrossed in reading that she barely noticed his gaze fixed on her. Her long lashes fluttered warmly each time she blinked or flipped a page of the document.

She snatched the file and read through it, her mind raced with the implications of the offer, it sounded too good to be true. "What!!" She exclaimed, looked at him, then scoffed. "Is this some kind of joke?" She questioned, staring deep into his eyes. His expression doesn't change but remains still and serious. "So you expect me to randomly marry your boss who I haven't even laid my eyes on? What kind of contract is this?" She demanded, trying to keep a steady voice. "It's a marriage contract, Miss Jennifer." He replied, his expression neutral. Jennifer stared at the contract again. She just had to agree to the contract marriage and bear the Mrs, simply just portraying to be his Wife. Someth

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,

she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed the guilt rising in my throat. “Mrs. Elizabeth, it’s not what you think.” She folded her arms, looking away. “Then explain it to me, Brenda, because right now, I don’t know what to think.” I sighed and moved closer, reaching for her hand. “It’s a contract marriage—just one year.” Her head snapped toward me, eyes even wider than before. “A contract marriage?” I hesitated, debating whether to tell her everything—the mafia, the threats, the dangerous game I had unwittingly been dragged into.