Romans & histoires Love In Contract

“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.

His entire body seemed to be fighting what his heart was screaming. Alex stood and walked over to him. “Let me tell you something, Holt,” he said, his tone lighter but firm. “You’ve spent your whole life controlling everything and everyone. But love… love is the only contract that doesn’t accept clauses.” Liam scoffed, looking away. “That’s enough, Alex.” “Alright.” Alex stepped back, a faint smile on his lips. “But think about it, man—maybe the problem isn’t that she throws you off balance. Maybe the problem is that, around her, you finally feel something. And you don’t know what to do with it.”

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

"Wow, Alexa." Alexa shrugged. "Yeah." He just shook his head and relaxed back. "It doesn't matter, you're stuck with me." But the word stuck made his heart skip for some reason. He couldn't help but ponder about what his daughter said. He looked at Alexa. "Did you ever hear, or notice something about the contract that brought us together?" "What thing?" Leo sighed wondering how to ask it. "Um, did dad ever tell you it has an expiry date?" Alexa scowled. "Expiry date?" She shook her head. "No. Why?"

No 6: You may touch nothing which belongs to him. No 7: You may not invite your friends to his house, oh! Especially male friends. No 8: You may not talk and spend time with his housemaids. No 9: You may not meet his family without his permission. And the last one, Soo-Yun, you know it is a contract marriage, so you can’t stop him from dating anyone or meeting anyone or he will also not stop you.” Won-Chal cleared her and took a glance at his friend, who was staring at Soo-Yun with no emotions. Soo-Yun nodded in order of agreement. Won-Chal passed her the pen, and she glanced at Jun-Sang, who was gazing at her emotionlessly. She sighed and signed the agreement. After that, she bowed to Won-C

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

I say. “They do,” Mia agrees. “But you, specifically, do not. You are the most careful person I know when it comes to this. You take six months to decide on a sofa. And you’re telling me you fall completely and publicly in love in two weeks and everything is fine and there’s nothing to discuss.” She looks at me steadily. “Come on, Zara.” It is a very good point. It is, in fact, the point underneath which the entire contract lives, and they are sitting right on top of it without knowing it, and I am sitting here with my folded hands deciding how much longer I can hold this particular thing.

H⁠e t​urned back to me. "That cont‌ract," Lorenzo said,‌ his voice thick with em‌o⁠tion,⁠ "was signed b‍y a man who t​hough​t love was a‍ li​ability. A man who thought⁠ he could bu‌y l‌oyalty and sche‌dule a family like a board meeting." He took a ste‍p toward t⁠he sof‍a​ a‌nd dropped to one k​ne‍e.​

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

That line was written boldly at the top of the contract. I considered signing without reading, just to get it over with, but something made me pause. The contract is between two parties: Miss A and Mr. B. Firstly, Miss A must not fall in love with Mr. B..." "I will never love you, and you know that, You are basically not my type! " I said, looking at him with disgust. Did he really think I’d fall for him? What a joke. "Sign," he said, handing me a pen with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm. The contract would last for just one year. One year, and I’d have my freedom back. I took the pen and signed.