Kontrata Ng Katapatan Sa Kalikasan Novels & Stories

She said and walked in closing her door behind her. What the hell did she get herself into? She sighed. What kind of a man is Dario, he didn't even find the courtesy of bringing her home and introducing her to everyone like every normal couple would do, He was the one who wrote in their contract that no one was allowed to find out that this marriage is a contract. She knew his attitude was a bad one— an arrogant, rude, heartless bastard but she didn't believe he would abandon his son like this.

“You’re offering me money in exchange for being your wife. That’s not practical, that’s insane.” “You need money, and I need a wife. This arrangement benefits us both. I don’t see the issue.” He said. “The issue,” I said, gripping the file tightly, “is that marriage is supposed to mean something.” His jaw tensed slightly, but his voice remained steady. “Marriage is just a contract, Elena. Nothing more. You sign papers, follow rules, and at the end of the agreement, we walk away.” I shook my head. “And why exactly do you need a wife? A man like you can have any woman he wants.”

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

“Do you see the point I am making now? Soon, the baby will succeed his father, Brian, who will definitely not regain his sanity. Obviously, the baby is actually the successor and someday he will remember Melissa, his mother, and we will be ruined…” Kate stamped to her feet furiously. “You have a point there, Opula.” She clicked her finger emphatically. “We need to act fast otherwise we are ruined. But on the contrary, the baby is only a product of contract marriage and Melissa will no longer be useful since the contract marriage will have elapsed by the time. “

"Nevertheless, it's their rule, remember the words the manager of this apartment said?" I looked down until my eyes fell on the wooden tiles, and then, the scenario earlier was once again played by my mind. The old man laughed as his eyes couldn't be seen anymore. He got something from his pocket and showed us what it was. "The rule given by the above was all written here," he said as his smile seemed to already be carved on his wrinkled face. He pointed to the words written on a white scroll. "And it said that this town was only for the restoration of the vampire clan. Therefore, you can't enter here nor sleep in a room with no mate with you as we gave importance to every chance we have to

“Go, see it for yourself!” She never knew that she’ll be stuck in this place. But fate has its own way to play—their paths crossed again. As they both admit that they both liked the sexual connection between them, they created a contract. This is the best thing they can have—a contract. This is what they call “Strangers with Benefits Contract” This is to ensure that their connection will be purely about satisfying themselves. And, the contract she made will consist of 5 rules: Strangers with Benefits Contract

he explained earnestly, although I felt, there was a reason far deeper than the clarification he just gave. “Speaking of which who the hell defines their sex life so tacitly into terms and conditions and slaps them onto a contract?” I helplessly throw my arms up in the air in exasperation. Swirling a pen randomly between his fingers he bluntly explains,“I understand that you might be surprised but these contracts are quite common in the fetish world to avoid lawsuits. There are exclusive clubs and communities of people who like to confirm what they are paying for. ” (Angrily) “So that’s all that I’m for you? A prostitute who caters to your every whim and fancy!!??”

He was always thinking three steps ahead checking risks, weighing alliances, and keeping the careful balance that kept his empire running smoothly. Women kept trying to get close to him. They laughed at his words and touched his arm, hoping he would notice them. But Donato looked bored tonight. He had seen it all before. He had grown tired of easy wins years ago. Power was the only thing that still excited him. From across the room, Serena Yale watched him.

"We're married, Maximus. And you know we'll fight about that bow-legged woman, but you didn't tell me you were together here. If I did that to you, wouldn't you be angry?" "What, you'll go to that, Jason?" he asked angrily. "See, you're already fuming. What if you experienced what I witnessed and heard in the elevator earlier?" I countered. "We may not love each other, but while our contract is in effect, ensure you respect our relationship. You wanted this marriage, not me. Our contract should have been limited in bed, but you complicated things." "So, is it my fault? I was just thinking about you when I made that offer," he replied.

Little did I know at the time that I would end up falling for him and put myself through one of the most devastating heartbreaks I’d ever felt. I had then asked her to tell me about him, so I knew where to start on curating the perfect girl for him. She thought a while before answering, then she told me his favorite restaurants, what kind of music he liked, & his favorite bands. She had told me his favorite foods, favorite shows & his pet peeves. She told me everything she could think of about him, & I had prodded until I was satisfied with the amount of information I had. I told her about how I planned to give him his karma and told her to take 24hrs to think it over. She didn’t want to tak