It Was Just A Contract Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

I raised a brow at this, "a marriage contract." "What?" "Look, my grandfather wants you to get married to me, it would take down the scandals and everything else. Now, I don't want to get married to you so the contract states that the marriage would last for 3 years and we would get a divorce-" I interrupted. "Wait, you can't expect me to just get married to you, I just met you and I want no business with you." "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Trust me, I feel the same way but when dealing with someone like my grandfather you've not got a choice, it's either this or you deal with the press."

"I understand, Mia. We'll set clear boundaries and respect each other's independence. It won't be a conventional marriage, but I promise to honor our agreement." With that, we sealed our unconventional deal, setting in motion a series of events that would test our resolve and challenge the boundaries of our hearts. Little did I know that this contract marriage would plunge me into a world of luxury, temptation, and secrets. It would ignite a spark between Nathaniel and me, one that neither of us could ignore. And as our lives became entangled, we would discover that the line between duty and desire was far blurrier than we could have ever imagined. ***************

She really needed to escape because she was in the hands of a dangerous man, especially since he claimed they were married. She looked at her right hand and stared intently at the expensive-looking ring there. How did they get married? She was asleep yesterday, then she just woke up, and he said they were married, so she couldn't stop thinking all sorts of things. Maybe he really was crazy. Maybe he just put the ring on her and said they were married, and— She suddenly froze. The contract she signed. What kind of contract was it? She couldn't help but think something bad. What if it was a marriage contract? She signed it, and if it was true, then the marriage the animal was talking about was

They had learned that love and courage could conquer even the darkest of fears, and they would always have a friend in each other. But their ordeal wasn't over yet. As they arrived home, they found a surprise waiting for them. A man in a suit stood at their doorstep, holding a contract in his hand. "What's this?" Emily asked, eyeing the man suspiciously. "It's a contract," the man replied. "You and Ethan are married by contract, but the contract has been terminated." Emily's heart sank. "What do you mean terminated?" "It means that the contract is no longer valid," the man said, handing her the document.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

I go over to him and hold his hand, then I touch his face, “I want you Sir, I really do but I hate the fact that you belong to someone else. You get to go back home to your wife and family while I am here longing for you. I can’t bear the thought of you being with another woman” I murmured. “I swear to you that she means nothing to me, it was just a contract marriage that was prepared between our families, she doesn’t mean anything to me” he breathes out those lies. I almost chocked on my words with how easily he let that slip out of his mouth. A contract marriage! A contract marriage is only possible between two people who barely know each other and something to offer to each other’s benefi

If anything, his expression grew more solemn. "Why wouldn't I be?" Nina stared at him like he had just told her the moon was made of cheese. Her heart hammered against her ribs. "I thought you were joking!" She heard the pitch of her own voice rising. "Marriage?!" she nearly squeaked, heat flooding her cheeks. "Yes," Lucas replied calmly, as though discussing the weather. "Marriage." Nina ran a hand through her hair in disbelief, her fingers trembling slightly. This couldn't be happening. This conversation couldn't actually be happening.

It irritated her that she noticed. “I need ten minutes,” he said. “I don’t sell those.” “You will sell a year.” Elena stared at him. The words were so strange, so calm, that for a second she thought she had misheard. Then he reached inside his coat and placed a folded document on the counter between them. She didn’t touch it. “What is that?” “A contract.” “For what?” His eyes held hers. “Marriage.” A laugh escaped her. Not a pretty one. “You’re joking.”

“I... I thought we could talk. You know, regardless of how we got married, we still got married, and today is our wedding night. I thought we could have a conversation, even if it’s not for long.” Noah’s face turns colder. “I made this clear to you before you did this. I’ll say it again, but don’t let me repeat myself after this,” he says, his voice very harsh. “This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to help you. Don’t let me regret helping you. Marrying you is my gain, and don’t let me regret doing this with you, okay?”

He had just openly declared that he loves her. David recovered quickly. “Then tell us—was there a contract?” Raymond didn’t even flinch. “A contract? Of course.” Michelle nearly fainted. The press erupted into a frenzy. “Aha!” David latched onto the word like a dog with a bone. “So you admit there was a contract?” Raymond shrugged. “Yes. A marriage contract. You know, the kind that involves vows, rings, and a lifelong commitment?” He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that how all marriages work?”