It Was Just A Contract Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

"I made that on the day that I offered you, just to my luck. Since you have your terms and conditions that I already put it in there, now you have to consider all of my terms and conditions too regarding this contract marriage. The number one on the contract, once we got married it says there that I will be the one to be in charge. It's not you, but it's me. Especially when my family is there, friends, and Mang Danny, your father--" "Wait," she jumped in while I am talking that interrupted me from talking. "He is my father. I should be the one in charge when my father is there, and not you. And...Aren’t you thinking that my father would suspect us getting married too soon? He might think tha

“Do you think I, as respectable as I am, would allow myself to be swayed by you? You're married, and your innocent wife is downstairs. What kind of person do you think I am?” Anthony stopped laughing. His face reddened as he spoke. “We’re not fucking married. What we had was a contract, and it’s expired.” Confused, I remained silent. A contract marriage? Was he telling the truth? But then, how could something as formal as a contract bring forth a child? It didn’t make sense. “I don’t care how you met,” I finally spoke. “I don’t even want to know. But I don’t want to be caught up in all of this. I have enough problems of my own to deal with.”

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

[Klaea] "That's my condition in before and after we got married." Mr. Iverson said and I looked on the paper he gave me. I took a deep breath before reading his condition. First is, this relationship is no string attached. I agree to that. I'm not planning to fall inlove to him tho. Second, we must keep this as a secret. I mentally nodded on what I red. This might ruin his reputation to the public if they will know about this also this is just a contract marriage, no need to say it in public.

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

★★★ “You asked me to marry you even though you already have a girlfriend. Is this some kind of plan you plotted against me? Is there a risk that you perceive will fall on your lover, which is why you chose me to slaughter as a pig?" Monica yelled at William as the bedroom door closed behind her. She couldn't let go of the fact that he already had a girlfriend, but he requested a one-year contractual marriage with her. This could hardly be for insignificant reasons.

his mum said after a while. “You have to get married to her,” she added. “What!!” Alex exclaimed. Not in a million years would he have thought that he would be getting married soon. Marriage had never crossed his mind, he never even thought of it and had never been in his plans. “I can’t do that,” Alex added. “That’s the only choice we have now. We don’t know what the girl is up to.” “That’s a lot, marriage isn’t something I even think about.” “It’s more like a contract,” his mum said.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

The memory of it—and the way we seemed completely infatuated with each other—flooded my thoughts as if it had just happened yesterday. Shaking my head, I got up and walked to the kitchen. I needed a glass of water to clear my mind, but even as I drank, the images refused to fade. “Well, Rachel,” I muttered to myself, “instead of overthinking all this, why don’t you just forfeit the contract and leave the show—or plan for the wedding?” I poured myself a glass of water, trying to shake off the thoughts swirling in my head. But just as I was about to take a sip, the glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor.

Coming from a large family of mainly half-siblings, having been born to a man who’d married three times, had numerous affairs and begat eight children, to say that Sebastian had a jaundiced view of the holy sanctity of marriage was a huge understatement. With an iron will, he concentrated once more on his surroundings and not the potential minefield of his family, who had dispersed from their ancestral home, Wolfe Manor, as soon as they’d been able to escape. In the huge and ornately decorated inner courtyard a stunning marquee covered in silken swathes of material took up the centre space under a dusky evening sky. The bride, while being of average height, stood with a regal and graceful be