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"Anyways, as I was saying, you'll be my wife for the next 6 full months. The 1st half of the 3 million will be deposited into your account the day of our wedding night and the other half when the contract has expired. Also you must make sure you don't get pregnant whilst the contract is on going. So the contract is in your hands, to agree or not to agree." With what I told her the look on her face was indecipherable. I could not tell weather she was in it or out. But she better agree because the earlier we do this, the we earlier we get this over with. I never thought I will ever think about getting married or even think in those lines worse the type of marriage I want to involve myself in n

It was all she could do not to put her head on the table and bang a few times. “We’d fly out Thursday evening. Rehearsal and dinner on Friday, wedding Saturday with reception to follow and since it will likely go well into the night, we’d return Sunday.” It would only require one missed day of work. No one but Brock would even need to know, and he certainly wouldn’t spill the beans. She didn’t know why she hadn’t immediately agreed. She couldn’t afford to say no. He had her over a barrel and he damn well knew it. Still, she hesitated—if for no other reason than to let him know he didn’t call all the shots.

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?

She took out her own copy of the contract, opening the page number 19, and so did he, reading the clause that he had read only minutes before. It stated that Inaya would never be engaged in a arranged marriage, nor a marriage of convenience or a business contract. She would choose her own husband (otherwise referred to as love marriage) and both the parties, mother and father, would have to be compliant with her decision. In the case that Inaya herself request parties (Tara and Don) to find her a husband, both parties cannot choose a groom with past criminal record, connection with mafias or business matters that involve illegality.

my manager said while bowing his head a little. "And what makes me disqualified? Did I provide all the qualifications needed huh?" Anger could be seen written vividly on Aryan's face, he looks so displeased with the news he heard just now dampening his mood which also aggravated his anger. "According to the information sent to me you aren't qualified because you aren't married, the only way for you to be qualified is when you're married."

"Hmm." "Although I browsed it, and I saw that contracts are meant to expire. Is marriage contracts any different?" Leo blinked in thought. "Um, I think my and mommy's cases are different." Aria nodded. "OK, but what if it has an expiry date, does it mean you, and mom is not married?" Leo frowned, absorbed in thought at the statement. He has never thought about that. Never. He rubbed his hand on her back. "Stop thinking too much, princess. That's not something you should be thinking about."

Sebastian said. "I do not understand," said Charlotte. "It's simple. We get married just to get our families off our backs and we'll go our separate ways after a year. That way, we won't be breaching the term of the contract," Sebastian explained. Charlotte could see what Sebastian was driving at. If they got married, then they would fulfill the terms of the contract. The contract didn't say that they would have to be together for life. It only said that they had to get married to each other.

"About what?" “Our marriage contract." He explains, pulling away from me. "Do you know what a rejection ceremony is?" I shake my head uncertainly. “It is a ritual undergone by mates who wish to end their marriage." Bastien pulls a sheaf of paper from the breast pocket of his discarded jacket. "Given our… unique circumstances, I thought a rejection provision might be appropriate." He hands me the document; our marriage contract. I scan the contents, stumbling over the unfamiliar words. "So," I summarize slowly, "we'll marry for three years, then decide whether or not to reject one another?"

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.

This might ruin his reputation to the public if they will know about this also this is just a contract marriage, no need to say it in public. Third, we will live in the same roof but not in the same room. I almost got choke by my own saliva when I read the number 3. I really thought we're living in the same roof and the same room. Fourth, we will act like a real couple infront of my family. I sighed as I continue reading his conditions. Fifth, if I need to kiss you, you should let me. It is if only need. My forehead furrowed on number five. Oh well, maybe this won't happen. Maybe his family will not gonna force us to kiss infront of them.