Love Born From A Contract Novels & Stories

As sleep carried me gently toward dreams, one final truth settled deep within my heart. I had never truly been bound by a contract, But had always been bound by love. The End

Saw the boy who'd lost his parents at twelve, raised by a grandfather who'd been broken by loss, taught that love was a liability. "Is that why you don't want it?" she asked. "Love? Because you've seen what it costs?" "I don't want it because I don't believe in it." He met her eyes. "What my grandparents had was an anomaly. Most people chase that feeling and end up with broken homes and custody battles and alimony payments. They confuse chemistry for compatibility. Attraction for attachment." "And you think a contract is better?" "I think clarity is better. We know what this is. We know when it ends. We know exactly what we're getting from each other. There are no illusions or false hope. So

A sour sensation shot from his chest straight up to the tip of his nose. "Of course he likes me. He's kind to me, gentle, caring, gentle, and intelligent, never forcing me to do things I don't want to do." It was just love, not love or like, but she didn't have to tell this rogue man that! "Is that so? He's so good, why don't you stay with him but follow me?" "I'm staying with you! It's because of the contract….Forget it. I didn't tell you."

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

"I still don't get it. You were only married by contract, and I'm sure your mother did this because she didn't approve of your marriage. Shouldn't you be happy when she asks for a divorce? Especially since you can replace her with a famous model. What's got you down?" "I wasn't depressed, it's just that I felt bad for not listening to her explanation then. She even cried and said she never cheated on me. In fact, I was the first man to ever touch her. That's why my feelings are all over the place right now. I don't know, I don't understand my own heart." Alex did not continue. He looked at Nicholas' suddenly changed expression and finally realized something. "I know! You are falling in love

Max’s love, his desire to be with me, wasn’t about duty, obligation, or contract—it was about him wanting me. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke. “I—I feel it too,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I feel the bond. And I... I agree. I want to forget about the wedding contract. I want to be with you, Max. As your partner. Not as someone you’re forced to marry.” Max’s eyes lit up with something fierce and joyful. Without another word, he reached out, taking my hand in his, gently kissing it as though he were offering me something precious. The gesture, so tender and sincere, made my heart flutter.

“Oh Gabe.” She went to her knees in front of him so they were on the same level. She threw her arms around his shoulders still holding on to the box with the ring. “I love you,” she breathed. “I love you so much. I don’t want to be without you.” He grasped her shoulders and pulled her back, his eyes fierce with love and possessiveness. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a thick document. Oh God, it was their contract. And then he slowly and methodically tore it in two, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Later that day, at the pharmacy, you paid for a mother who couldn’t afford her child’s medication. And when the card reader at the cafe glitched, you bought my coffee without a second thought. You didn’t know me, Sofie. You were just… you.” “I bought you coffee?” Disbelief cracked through my voice. “I don’t even remember.” His lips curved, eyes soft. “Of course you don’t. That’s the kind of person you are.” My chest rose on a shallow breath. “You love me?” The words felt fragile, barely there. “Yes. I love you.” “But the contract…” His expression softened, his voice steady. “I want to grow old with you. The contract… it wasn’t about obligation. It was the time I needed, time to show you how

she continues, voice barely steady, “that I was allowed to be loved.” He does not respond. “I loved him,” she says. “And I thought that made me human. Not weak.” Arthur’s voice is calm. “Love is a liability when it interferes with legacy.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “Is that what you think happened?” “Yes,” he says. “You wanted something the contract did not permit.” “That contract was never supposed to erase me.” “It was supposed to protect you,” he counters. “From what?” she asks. “Feeling?”

People turned to watch. Cameras lifted. Luca’s breath caught in his throat. Damon stopped in front of him. Close enough that Luca could see the storm in his eyes. “You said the contract did its job,” Damon said quietly. Luca’s heart pounded. “It did.” “And that means you’re leaving.” “Yes.” Damon studied him for a long moment. Then he said something Luca never expected. “Too bad.” Luca blinked. “What?” Damon’s voice hardened. “Because I never agreed to end it.”