It Was Just A Contract Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

She curled in her bed as she reached for the photobook on the other side of the bed, she flipped through it, all the photos in the book belonged to the perfect man to ever exist; Kayden Smith. “He is so beautiful.” She acknowledged once again, she had been gathering all this pictures for about two years, some of then she had taken without his knowledge while she was at work, the others were cut out from magazines and printed from the internet. He was perfect to the point that, Laurie didn’t believe anyone else was deserving of him, that’s why when he got married to Crystal, she became insecure. But then, she started to believe she had a chance, when she realized they were in a contract marri

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Memories of the past years came flooding back…the betrayal, the loneliness, and the silent strength I had to muster to protect my son. I had married Henry young, thinking he was my fairytale ending. He was charming, ambitious, and attentive…or so I thought. The cracks in his mask showed soon after the wedding. He stayed out late nights and came home drunk. I soon discovered that he had been seeing other women. When I had confronted him, he had laughed in my face, dismissing me as paranoid. Then I fell pregnant a year later. I thought it would change everything. I believed he might step up, become the man I had married.

I said collapsing on the couch "I don't have to pretend that I like him, or pretend that we are marrying each other for real," "Really? Ciara? You think this is all just a contract marriage to him?" I brought out the contract details and flung it in her direction. "Here, take a look, Ciara. Can you see all the conditions in it? It's a contract marriage, and it's just going to be for five years." I paused, and heaved a deep sigh "At least that will be enough for me to carry out my revenge on the Lorenzos" Without looking at it, Ciara said, "Hey, you requested this contract; it wasn't him."

How could he even say that? “No,” I blurted, shaking my head. “I can’t. I won’t. I’m sorry.” He only smiled, as if he’d expected my reaction. Then, calmly, he added, “It’s a contract marriage, Anora.” “Contract marriage?” I echoed, the words tasting strange on my tongue. “Yes.” He rose from his seat and started toward me slowly, careful and deliberate, like he was trying to calm a cornered animal. “Why?” The word tore out of me, sharp and demanding.

The air between us felt dense, harder to sit in, like something unspoken had taken up all the room. “A solution... for both of us?” My voice barely made it out. He nodded once. “Taking everything into account, I’ve come up with an idea. A contract marriage.” The words hit hard. I blinked, not sure I’d heard him right. My fork hit the plate with a sharp clink, loud against the quiet. Did he just say contract marriage? My fingers gripped the edge of the table. The smooth marble was cold beneath my hands. My chest rose too fast, breaths coming in short, unsteady pulls. The room seemed to narrow around me.

“I……” “Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? Ohhh, because we’re married by legacy? Do you think you are my real wife? My dear, don’t forget our marriage is just a contract. You have no right to decide in this. You should just smile at my grandpa, let him believe we are married for three years, collect your money, and leave after three years,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “We agreed—just a contract marriage. Private. Nothing real. And now you are thinking of making it real. Don’t you understand that you’ve just breached our contract?” I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he didn’t give me a chance. His dark eyes bored into mine as he continued.

She read the first page standing right there between the shelves. Then she read it again. Then she flipped to the second page and read that too. Her hand was very still on the paper. A marriaged contract. Formal and legal and signed by both parties. Christopher Sterling and Celine. Terms outlined clearly. The arrangement. The duration. The expectations from both sides. A contract marriage.Why was this even here? Cassia stood in that cold records room and felt something shift inside her. Something that started as shock and moved quickly into something else entirely.

As I made my way to my office, I could not stop thinking of what suddenly possessed Diane, Diane wasn’t one to be swayed by emotions, she was very strict and definitely my mother’s illness on a normal day wouldn’t have been enough excuse for her. Either ways, I was grateful that I didn’t have to lose my job, thank you to whatever made her that lenient with me. My phone dinged in my pocket signalling the arrival of a new message, I slowly dipped my hands in my pocket and took it out and peered in it. “Contract Husband” was written boldly on the screen specifying who the message was from, I clicked on it and opened the message as I walked into my office and slammed the door shut behind me.

“I can give you the east-coast land. On one condition.” “Register our marriage.” I blinked. “Does that mean our previous contract doesn’t count anymore?” He brushed his fingertips across my lips. “We are a de facto married couple. What’s mine is yours.” The small sting on my lip made me lick it without thinking. His eyes darkened instantly. I thought for a moment and shook my head. “I only want the land.” Money in my pocket belonged to me. Money locked inside a marriage did not. Especially not in a bizarre novel world like this one.