Love Beyond The Contract Novels & Stories

My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked. "You can't find it," Mike said, staring down at me. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "The very next day, I sent a locksmith to unlock Katherine's lock. It was never meant to be locked because"—he lifted his hand, showing the lock of our names—"this love lock was meant to be locked." I crossed my arms around his torso as I hugged him. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

A thoughtful silence settled over the room. Finally, Gu Yichen spoke. "Expand the search." "To whom?" "Anyone." Chen Wei looked genuinely surprised. "You mean... outside the upper class?" Gu Yichen stood and walked toward the window. "I want someone who can't be bought by status." Someone who understood responsibility. Someone who wouldn't mistake a contract for affection.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about Damien. I pressed my hands over my face and groaned softly. “You’ve really done it now, Cara.” The contract was supposed to be simple: stay married for a while, keep up appearances, get the money I needed for Caleb’s hospital bills and then quietly disappear when it was over. But somewhere between pretending and surviving, I’d stopped acting. Now, I was the one who was lost. I needed to think. Or at least breathe.

"I know it's not fair to you, Elysia. But please understand that I never wanted to hurt you. I have always loved you, even if our marriage was not a result of that love." Elysia shook her head, feeling as if her mind was clouded with confusion and pain. "Love? What love? How can there be love in a contract, in something that was never even my choice?" Damon's hand brushed against her cheek, and Elysia recoiled from his touch. "Love can exist in the most unlikely places, Elysia. Even in a contract, even in something that was never your choice. I have always loved you, and I always will."

“You have no idea how easy it is for a woman to fall in love with you.” “Love is dead to me. Only a foolish woman would ever think of loving me.” I was harsh. “That’s why we have a contract. Our roles are fixed, the terms are clear. Women only love what they can gain. They take and leave.” “I’m different from Tania’s mother.” She was right. She was special. I’d never met a woman like her. “What if that weren’t true… and I have fallen in love with you?” “You can never fall in love with me,” my eyes warned her. “That would break the contract.”

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

There was a stone pressing against her chest so tightly that it made Jenifer's chest tight. Jenifer then removed the IV on her wrist. She walked towards the hospital balcony, the wind was pretty strong and she could see how high her inpatient room was. Once again, images of betrayal from Erdward flashed through her mind. Jenifer really never expected that Erdward, the man she loved so much, would have the heart to commit such betrayal, having an affair with another woman, and driving her out in a terrible way. Even thousands of pleas from Jenifer were ignored, as if Jenifer was unneeded rubbish.

She didn't even care about the mess-her heart was too full. "You're so happy, huh?" Damian said, watching her. "Unfortunately... that was just a copy, not the original." "What?!" The drama shattered. She dropped backward onto the pillow in defeat. "Pfft... I'm kidding. That was the original agreement." He grabbed the remote and turned off the lights. Then he pulled her close and wrapped her in a tight embrace, his hand sliding instinctively to his favorite place. "I don't need that contract to bind you anymore. I'll tie you with my love and feelings," he whispered.

Ross’s thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes burning with something darker than lust—something that looked dangerously close to love. “No, baby girl.” His voice was velvet over steel. “I’m going to own you. There’s a difference. And once you’re mine… you’ll never want to be anyone else’s again.” He stepped back just enough to place a thick black folder on the desk between us. The contract. My hands trembled as I stared at it. Every sane voice in my head screamed to run. Every broken, aching part of me wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to start right now.

"And judging by the vintage Merlot currently destroying your designer dress, I’d say the negotiation didn't go according to the corporate handbook. What happened, Xielle? Did the protector forget his boundaries, or did the asset forget her place?" ​"Shut up," she whispered fiercely, tears threatening to spill over her lashes. "We have a contract. A friends with benefits arrangement. That's all it ever was, and that's all it will ever be. He has a fiancé out there. He has Vivianne. I am nothing but a transaction to him." ​Arthur let out a short, humorless laugh, setting his champagne glass down on a nearby ledge. He stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from playful to chillingly sober.