Married By Contract, Back As A Queen Novels & Stories

“Because it's my fault, it's my problem, I was the one who dated him. I didn't want to drag you into this” “You're my wife, Stephanie, we fucking shared a vow”, his voice rumbled. “Under a contract,” I said. I needed to know where I stood with him. “I was afraid that after our contract expires all this ‘I love you’s’ will end. I know you said we are over the contract but I'm still afraid Edward. I don't want my troubles to be yours” I heard him take a deep breath shutting his eyes before saying gently. “One thing I cannot do is go back on my word, and I've fucking fallen for you badly, I don't want you to leave. We could end the contract if you want”

I asked, meeting his gravity with my own. “We are married on paper. A harsh, necessary, legal contract signed under duress to secure the future for our sons and my position,” he explained, his thumb brushing over the simple gold band on my finger. “But the world, the politicians, the lesser Dons, the entire Alliance—they require the spectacle. They require the public pronouncement of our unity. They need to see the steel crown placed on the Queen.” I felt a sudden, thrilling jolt in my chest. He wasn't talking about a new merger or an acquisition.

I nod in recognition, “I get what you’re going through and no matter how tempting your offer sounds, I’ll have to reject it” “Why? No matter what you’re thinking, there’s no way you’ll be able to find someone who's willing to marry you in two months and won’t have ulterior motives. I’ll marry you, give you a child and I won’t be greedy” I smile, “follow me in” I say, holding out the door for her. All I needed to hear was that she considered it a business contract between two parties.

“Sarah, who are you? A noble lady? Why should I explain anything to you?” Sarah turned around and looked at him, eyes filling with pain and disbelief. She didn’t know this guy who was standing in front of her. His expression and words were unfamiliar to her and coming from a stranger, not her beloved husband. Getting herself together, she said with a calm tone. “Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?”

My brows furrowed as I croaked my neck to the side staring at what was written on the paper as my eyes widen when I was finally able to read it. MARRIAGE CONTRACT Signed by the legal court of the St. Alamida Hell no!

“I just can’t deal with all that. Not right now.” Julian stared at her, trying to piece together what she was suggesting. “So you want me to...?” “Be my husband,” Alexis said plainly, as if it were the most logical solution. “But just on paper. A contract marriage. It wouldn’t be real.” Julian let out a breath, clearly floored. “Alexis, that’s...”

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

The queen yelled. “She needed me, and I was there. You are not her mate. You are only under her spell for a month, just a month, and you go back to craving that eighteen-year-old, and no, I don’t blame you; I married my stepbrother; he is my mate, so I understand what it means to be improper and laden with guilt. Let this go. Your time with her is up! You are not her mate; you will never feel for her what you do for that eighteen-year-old. Let. This. Go. Let her find her mate. You will still get the same benefit from your contract if you keep your relationship with your mate secret for a year.” “That’s not the point! My wife is out there. God knows where al-”

"What did you just say?" "I want a divorce," I repeated, my voice stronger now. "I'm done, Alexander. I'm done pretending this marriage is something it's not. I'm done loving someone who'll never love me back." "No." One word. Flat. Absolute. "Excuse me?" "No," he repeated, moving closer. His hand caught my wrist, not painful, but unyielding. "You're my wife, Sophia. You're not leaving." I stared at him, at the possessive fire in his eyes, and realized with horror that Alexander Wyndham had no intention of letting me go.

"Of course, it matters. If you two don't like each other, then I still have a chance. Life is dull, being with a woman like you is interesting." Serena gave him a disdainful look, wiped her mouth with a tissue after eating, and stood up. "You don't need to say such things to test me. What Matthew and I have is, speaking frankly, a contractual relationship. He married me under grandpa's coercion, and I'm not confident enough to make him fall head over heels for me. We both understand this boundary." Finishing her words, she walked to the door, adding, "Thanks for treating me today. "