Just A Contract Marriage Novels & Stories

Most probably, Darsh opened a document as he began to read something from it. "Condition number 1: The marriage contract is for two years, after which we will file for mutual divorce. No. 2: I'll pay you to play my wife. No. 3: You must attend every conference and party I'd ask you, without any question asked. No. 4: No one may take advantage of the situation by touching the other. However, it's acceptable with approval. No 5: And the most significant one: We can't fall in love with each other."

I failed to recognize such because I was overwhelmed by his sudden disturbance and the mention of marriage. “Sit.” My brows furrowed. Why does he order me around like I am a dog? I snorted and took a seat on the couch. He dragged the envelope nearer in my direction before crossing his arms over his chest. “This is a contract about our marriage. Read it.” I don’t have a choice but to do it so I read the entire contract. It was a normal marriage contract aside from its expiration. In two to three years, the contract will expire as well as our bond as a husband and wife will be nullified as what the contract implies.

Eric closed the door, then turned to face his wife. Carina didn't wait to hear his logical explanation. She bet there was a long list of reasons hovering over the tip of his tongue. He was crazy and out of control. The lack of sleep had made him pounce on her and damn the consequences. Now that the cop had poured him a whirlwind of cold water, he'd gone through the idea and decided it wouldn't be in their best interest if they slept together. After all, it's the terms of the contract. After all, this is a business marriage. And after all, this is not real.

"Anyways, as I was saying, you'll be my wife for the next 6 full months. The 1st half of the 3 million will be deposited into your account the day of our wedding night and the other half when the contract has expired. Also you must make sure you don't get pregnant whilst the contract is on going. So the contract is in your hands, to agree or not to agree." With what I told her the look on her face was indecipherable. I could not tell weather she was in it or out. But she better agree because the earlier we do this, the we earlier we get this over with. I never thought I will ever think about getting married or even think in those lines worse the type of marriage I want to involve myself in n

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

Most of all she had imagined she would be in love with the man she was to marry, that he would be handsome and tall, with a dashing smile and that when she was walking down to him, he would smile and look a as though it was the happiest day of his life too. Never did she imagine that she would be having the most simple wedding in the world, that she would just have to throw on a dress, that she wouldn't even have the time for makeup, that she would not marry in a church, that she wouldn't be happy to her married, that she wouldn't marry the love of her life.

I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though my pulse was hammering. He studied me for a long moment before speaking. “I want a contract marriage.” I blinked. Twice. Three times. “Excuse me?” My voice wavered slightly. He didn’t flinch. “A marriage, Vera. For two years. Legally binding. Recognized by family, society, the law. But before you jump to conclusions — this is not about love. It’s not about emotions. It’s purely… practical.” I sat back in my chair, trying to process. My mind spun. “Practical… marriage? Two years? What… what are you talking about?”

“No, we didn’t think about it being easy or hard. We didn’t think about that. We just wanted what we wanted from each other. You help me with some of my troubles, and I help you with your companionship troubles. Apparently, I’m the one who needs you more than you need me.” “Oh, please, let’s not go over this again. I’m the one who needed you, and I’m the one who brought up this deal. If you needed me more, you would have brought up the deal.” “How was I supposed to know this was even a thing? I’ve never heard of people having contracts to get married before.” “You’ve never heard of contract marriage?” “I don’t. I live in a bubble. People get into relationships and they marry because they lov

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

Laurel asked as she opened the file and quickly scanned its contents. Her eyes widened. "A contract? A marriage contract? How does this relate to me and my workplace?" Laurel inquired, fixing her gaze on Rhett and awaiting his explanation. "Get into a contract marriage with me," Rhett stated firmly. "Are you out of your mind? Why on earth should I agree to a contract marriage with you?" Laurel exclaimed, slamming the file on the table and rising to her feet, visibly angered.