Love Born From A Contract 소설 & 이야기

I will get a good sleep after so many days. ******** Fast forward to her birthday night >> "Here is our marriage contract, I hope you remember... It will be over at the mid November as you know.. More than a month left... So I decided to give you a copy " I smiled and give it to her.. She looked at me , and again I don't understand what her eyes said but I am not an idiot... At least I know those eyes doesn't hold any love for me... She isn't mine and she never will be.

“Lorenzo, how could you let this happen? You’re throwing everything away for someone who has already betrayed you.” “I didn’t throw anything away!” I shot back defensively. “Zia and I were never meant to be.” “Never meant to be?” Grandpa echoed incredulously. “You had a contract! You had a commitment!” Zia stepped forward, her chin held high. “That contract was never real for either of us. It was just a means to an end.” Henry scoffed from his seat. “And now you think marrying Raymond will fix everything? You’re making another mistake.”

When he was done typing, he moved towards the printer on his desk and took out two pieces of paper. "Emily Grant, right?" he asked. "Yes sir," she answered timidly. He looked at her and sighed. He held the papers towards her. She moved forward and took them. The paper contained a contract agreement. "What was going to happen to her marriage tomorrow? Well, to hell with it. She would be better off with anyone but Jayden. If she signed this contract, she won't have to apologize to Jayden and her family will not use her to get millions or social status. Moreover, it was just a two year contract and she will be paid a sum of 10 million dollars. This was indeed much better," she thought.

He gently rolled onto his side, pulling Ivy beneath him. His fingers traced the curve of her face, pushing stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Believe me, Ivy." Victor's voice was laced with emotion. "You're the only woman who's ever made me lose control. From the very beginning, I've been drawn to you." His eyes burned with intensity. "I lied that day, Ivy. I lied to myself, too. I didn't want to admit how deeply I'd fallen for you." "I made a contract with myself," Victor confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A contract not to fall in love with you. But I failed miserably."

“Let’s make this real.” I blinked. “…real?” I echoed. “No contract,” he said. “No terms. No expiration.” My heart was pounding again. “Just… us.” Silence filled the space between us. “…just love. Fuck, Eli... I don't know what happen but I fucking love you. Let's make this real.” The word hit me harder than anything else. Love. Coming from him, From Lucen... the same man who treated companionship as a contract. I stared at him, completely caught off guard.

To pay for my grandmother's medical treatment, I became the boyfriend of Camille Harrington, the heiress of a wealthy family. On our 10th anniversary, she sent me the address of a wedding venue and told me she was going to marry me. Overjoyed, I dressed for the occasion and went to the venue, convinced she'd finally fallen in love with me. But instead of coming to me, Camille rushed straight into the arms of her first love. Christopher Vaughn covered his forehead and let out a bitter laugh. "Camille, I lost. Just as you said, the servant you bought with money really is obedient." The guests had spent the entire day putting on a show at my expense. Now, they burst into laughter and mocke

“Do the hell with the clause, Brandon. I know that very well, but now neither I want to leave you nor stop myself from falling in love with you.” “WHAT?” “You heard me, Brandon. And I’m positive that you might have remembered my confession from the last night. If not, then I don’t mind repeating over and over again that I love you, Brandon. I really do. I didn’t know how this happened and when but I have fallen in love with you, Brandon, and I don’t want to leave you even when the contracts end. And if I’m not wrong, then we have already broken two clauses of the contract, because of which the contract between us has already been revoked.”

Our family grew, surrounded by love, support, and a fierce determination to protect what we had fought so hard to build. Our story had been one of unexpected twists and turns, of secrets and revelations, but in the end, it was a story of love's triumph over all obstacles. And as we looked back on our journey, we knew that the truest, most profound love was one that had been tested and emerged victorious—a love that had transcended the boundaries of contracts and surpassed the expectations of the world.

Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that our love had already conquered the greatest obstacles of all. For our love was a force that defied the odds, transcended the boundaries of wealth and status, and proved that true love could flourish even in the most unexpected of circumstances. We were living proof that a contract marriage could evolve into a love story for the ages—a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and the transformative power of love.

“The ten million. It’s supposed to be transferred the moment the contract expires, right?” I hesitated, the legalities feeling like a distant dream. “The agreement says it will.” She gave me a long, skeptical look. “Elena… you actually trust those people to follow through?” I let out a soft, jagged laugh. “No.” “But?” “But it doesn’t matter anymore. Even if the money never hits my account, I’m still walking out that door. Freedom is worth more than any price the Michael family could ever pay me.” I straightened my shoulders.