Just A Contract Marriage Novels & Stories

“Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?” Out of exhaustion or maybe because he was drunk, Charles seemed to have completely lost consciousness. “Marriage?” He drunkenly looked at Sarah. “What is marriage? Is it good? Or is it just a paper? Do you think we must be together after registering? Sarah, did you really think I would be with one woman all of my life? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” He laughed loudly.

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. Third, we will live in the same roof but not in the same room. I almost got choke by my own saliva when I read the number 3. I really thought we're living in the same roof and the same room. Fourth, we will act like a real couple infront of my family. I sighed as I continue reading his conditions. Fifth, if I need to kiss you, you should let me. It is if only need. My forehead furrowed on number five. Oh well, maybe this won't happen. Maybe his family will not gonna force us to kiss infront of them.

she hurriedly ran down the stairs. I sighed and closed the door gently. Arthur Madrigal is my jerk stepfather. He married my mom when I was eighteen years old. My biological father died in an accident when I was sixteen. I don't get why mom got married to a two-faced jerk. When mom asked me if it was okay if she remarries again, at first, I was mad at her because how can she forget dad that easily? Then after that, I realize that mom was lonely for two years and I have to let go, so, I agreed with her the second time she asked me.

"You said I was to get married in two weeks and I'm doing just that." "It's a contract marriage." She froze. How did he know? Before she could ask, he answered. "I've seen more of this kind of situation than you'd imagine. And to think I didn't suspect you would do that." Since it had been found out, she could only go along. "There is no term in grandfather's will that forbids me from having a contract marriage. Besides, a contract is just a piece of paper. Livian and I are recognized by the law as a legally married couple nonetheless."

At the time, I hadn't thought much about the distinction but now I understood it perfectly. I remembered sitting frozen in my chair unable to believe the conversation was actually happening. "What exactly are you asking?" "A contract marriage." The words had sounded strangely formal, almost clinical like a business proposal, perhaps that was intentional. Maybe Damien knew romance would have complicated things, maybe he wanted to remove emotion from the equation entirely. If so, he succeeded, at least on his side. The details followed quickly. Four years with public appearances, family obligations, financial compensation and absolute discretion and a clean divorce at the end. No surprises, no

I just shook my head, feeling a little embarrassed on his behalf, but he only shrugged, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding in front of us. "Well," I murmured back, "it’s a mutual thing. They’re in a contract marriage." Tristan leaned forward, his interest piqued. "What? Like us? I mean, like us back at the start?" I shook my head. "No, theirs is different. They have a rule... They aren’t allowed to have feelings for each other." Tristan smiled, a knowing look crossing his face. "Is that so? Personally, I think this is already starting to look like something more than what they agreed upon."

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

“But I have one condition.” I crossed my arms, studying him carefully. “Name it.” Brandon set the papers down on the hood of the car and met my gaze, his voice steady. “For the duration of this agreement, we act like a real couple. Publicly and privately.” I frowned. “What, like some fake relationship act?” Brandon’s eyes didn’t waver. “Not just in front of other people. No one else. No dating, no sleeping with other people. Just you and me until this is over.”

"Go ahead, what's the idea?" "Why...why don't you just get into a contract marriage with someone." "What!?" Jason half yelled. "What? It's no big deal, you find the person who will act as your wife for sometime, you offer her a huge amount of money and whatever thing you want to give to her, take her to see your parents and lie to them, they're happy and you're happy too because you'll be getting your inheritance, it's no big deal, you can always divorce after getting your inheritance and that's why it's called a contract marriage."

Max asked, looking confused. "Yeah, what contract marriage?" Emily chimed in, looking just as puzzled. Alex and I shared a look, knowing that it was time to come clean. "Well, kids, your father and I weren't always in love," I began, taking a deep breath. "We were actually in a contract marriage." "A contract marriage?" Lily repeated, looking even more confused. "Yes," Alex confirmed. "We got married because we needed to for business reasons. It was all part of a plan to help our companies succeed."