Just A Contract Marriage Novels & Stories

I looked up into his eyes again. "yes, marriage contract, that's what happens when you get your nose into people's business" he said standing from his chair, I looked down to see his signature was already there, I looked to the name in the opposite of his name to find it was mine, the only difference is, there was no signature below it.

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

Doreen asked as served the food on the table. “I have, I have kept important things too,” I lowered my gaze. “Then why are you angry?” Doreen sat by my side, “It's okay to keep things, couples don't have to tell each other everything.” “Maybe he didn't see the need to tell you yet or maybe he didn't tell you because the contract hasn't been destroyed,” I met Daphne's gaze when I didn't understand what she had just said. “What contract?” “I mean you two started out on a contract marriage but the contract was never torn and you both didn't get married again,” I nodded my head when I finally understood what Daphne was trying to say.

and I was expecting that to happen so I just smile I noticed he was surprised with my reactions so I told him I want it that way!... "How about a contract marriage?" I suggest he reluctantly agreed and I list down my conditions this relationship between us would end up by me I will get to decide how long we would have to pretend for this fake marriage... I insisted not to register this but he said we should because his father was scrutinize about every little details and we would instantly got caught if we made a simple mistake so I agreed. He said he just wants me to behave and never be seen with other guy as it would ruined our marriage that was a talk of the town!... I clearly get his mea

I say, nervously biting my lips. “A contract marriage?” He says, I nod, “yes, a contract marriage between the two of us”. He smiles, “I understand what you’re trying to say, but why do you think I need to get into a contract marriage and if I did, why will it be with you?” He asks.

The fact that he had just broken down everything about marriage and what should have been an evidence of love into mere numbers was still extremely wild to me. “It’s still insane,” I said quietly. “You know that, right? We are talking about getting married because of a contract He leaned back in his chair, as he looked very unbothered. “Marriage has always been a contract.” “That’s not how most people see it.” “That’s because most people romanticize it and don’t see it for what it truly is,” he said, “I don’t. Which is why this will work.” There was a brief moment of silence between us.

“Being cozy with her in front of me. We’re supposed to be married.” His expression didn’t change. “We are married.” “You know what I mean. The contract doesn’t make us… all the things. But it does say we don’t date other people. We don’t sleep with other people.” He blinked, very slowly. “I know what the contract says.” He said.

“We’re both being forced into this whether we like it or not. Your father and my family have already announced it. The merger documents are signed. The stock market has already responded. We can’t back out without destroying both our companies.” “So?” “So we do it. We go through with the marriage.” He said it matter of factly, like he was discussing a business transaction. “But on our terms. Not theirs.” I sat down across from him. “Explain.” “A contract marriage. Purely business. We get married, put on a good show for the public, keep our families and boards happy. But privately, we live separate lives. No expectations. No obligations beyond what’s legally required.” “Why would you agree to

she asked. "I want you to negotiate a contract marriage between our client, Ethan, and a suitable candidate who can bear him a child within the next six months. The contract will last for five years, during which time the couple will live together, have a child, and then go their separate ways. Ethan will pay the candidate a handsome sum of money for her services, and in return, he'll get to keep his fortune." Emily was taken aback by the proposal. She had never heard of such a thing before.

“You’re serious about that?” “I am,” I said. “We can’t blur anything. This is a contract, not… a marriage in the emotional sense. And so, before we do this,” I said, keeping my voice low so the words didn’t echo in the room, “are you sure you understand all this? It’s not… a real marriage between two people in love. It’s a contract with limits. There’ll be rules. We’ll have to live in the same space but we won’t be… a couple and no expectations. No crossing lines either but we only live together, co-parent Leo in the day-to-day sense, and show the board that things are stable. Nothing else.” She let out a small laugh — a weird mix of disbelief and something that sounded too close to exciteme