Korean Drama Contract Marriage Novels & Stories

What was supposed to be a brief trip to California might turn into a full stay if this marriage worked. Amara pushed a file closer to him. It was the contract. He lifted his head, a frown wrinkling his lips as he stared at the curtain that sectioned his booth from the other patrons. The glow of the fancy lamps lining the closed windows fell to the top of Amara’s black hair, making it appear lighter than it usually was. His expression was blank as he flipped through the pages. Amara held on to one copy while he looked through his. Once signed, he would send Leilani her copy.

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

She exchanged a brief glance with her lawyer, who nodded imperceptibly. She signed the contract with a flourish, her signature bold and confident. Liam hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the pen. He glanced at his father, who stood nearby, his eyes radiating a silent command. With a sigh, Liam signed the contract, his signature barely legible, a testament to his inner turmoil. The deal was done. The marriage was sealed. The lawyers stepped back, their faces radiating satisfaction. Kang Jin Chen approached Liam, clapping him on the shoulder with a force that seemed almost violent.

LEO’S POV I was not expecting to see Helen here, in a variety show, to sign a contract marriage after disappearing for eight years. Coincidence or not, I don’t know what to call it. My phone rang in my pocket, and I declined the call without bothering to check the caller ID. My father had been furious after realizing I had ignored his advice, and I knew he was already planning his next move.

"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.

". She asked, not believing. Emma pulled away from the hug and gave her friend a worrisome look. "It's a contract marriage, Genna. We signed a contract. His Lawyers were there to seal the contract. We had an agreement. It's not a love marriage. So please, don't get over-excited about it. He doesn't love me". She chewed her words. Not understanding what she was saying. "Whatever, all the same. You get to see him daily. You get to kiss him. You get to touch him and you get to fuck him, fuck!!! ". Genna's cussing was coming out loudly, and Emma was becoming pissed.

"It’s nothing like that. Even though I'm dead crazy about you, and I'll make sure you'll get fucked when you get home because of the fucking days that I won’t be able to take you, I was even more worried when you didn't call or text earlier. Other than that, you’re not answering my calls. I was already planning to go there with Aries if he had not told me the next flight there would be on Friday.” Is that how worried he was? Wow, I didn’t know he could feel that way towards me. Yes, we fuck, and I am his wife, but I can’t set aside the truth that we are in a contractual marriage. "I'm sorry again,” I apologize. “I promise to make it up to you when I come back. I will let you fuck me endlessl

"Let’s get this over with." I swallowed, glancing down at the papers. The contract outlined the terms of our "marriage"—a purely business arrangement that would last for six months. In exchange for pretending to be his wife, I would receive enough money to cover my mother’s surgery and my overdue rent, plus a generous bonus if I played my role to his satisfaction. It was all so clinical, so detached. I felt like I was signing away a part of myself. "Is there anything you want to change?" Jake asked, his tone almost bored.

It irritated her that she noticed. “I need ten minutes,” he said. “I don’t sell those.” “You will sell a year.” Elena stared at him. The words were so strange, so calm, that for a second she thought she had misheard. Then he reached inside his coat and placed a folded document on the counter between them. She didn’t touch it. “What is that?” “A contract.” “For what?” His eyes held hers. “Marriage.” A laugh escaped her. Not a pretty one. “You’re joking.”

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.