Married By Contract, Back As A Queen Novels & Stories

Elma's eyes widened in shock as Gael handed her a document. "Yes, a marriage contract. I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. I need a wife for a business merger to happen. The contract is for two years, and during that time, we'll live together as husband and wife. After that, we'll part ways amicably and you'll be financially set for life." Gael responded. Elma stared at him, her mind racing. "I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. Gael leaned forward, a small smile on his lips. "I think you'll be perfect for the job"

Soo-Yun let out a sigh and followed him. Jun-Sang got out of the car and walked to Soo-Yun's side to open the door for her like a gentleman. As she got out of the car, he leaned his hand to her in order to hold it. Soo-Yun glanced at him in disbelief and was about to move away, but he slid his hand around her waist. Soo-Yun panicked and tried to get out of his grip. "Don't, you are my wife. After all, I can do whatever I want." She chuckled, "A contract wife." Jun-Sang sighed and walked along with her to the entrance. The guards bowed to them as they entered the hall.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

I knew she didn't want to be queen, knew that she didn't want this life, but I had no choice. In order to secure my position, for others to respect my title, and to make King Abel and his accomplices pay for their crimes, it was necessary to marry her—even if it was only for a year. The divorce after that wouldn’t matter much. For now, I only needed a queen. I despised everything the titles represented, but I would learn to love it, the same as my father did. "It's not too late to marry Lady Rina." Mother suggested, sounding hopeful. "She comes from a good family. You’ll only need an heir."

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

Her stomach tightened. “Know what?” “About us. About that night. Or at least enough to use it.” Her face was drained of color. “Who?” “Everyone who matters,” he said bitterly. “And everyone who shouldn’t.” She sat down slowly. “What are they doing?” “They’re forcing the marriage.” The words landed between them like something dropped and broken. Thalia stared at him. “What?” “They’re saying the contract is binding. That it was signed before we were even born. That refusal isn’t an option.”

she quickly closed her eyes he chuckled and kissed on her forehead while taking her to his embrace will this forced contract marriage ever turn into marriage with love??? let's see in upcoming journey

she kept quiet for a moment and I wondered if she was asking me the questions or if it was rhetorical. "Yes. Your wedding to my grandson, Bryce. It's going to happen tomorrow, and as your contract states the marriage will expire in one year if you fail to provide an heir to the throne." She said it like it was simple. An instruction you can easily achieve by following the rules. But that wasn't my first problem, the real problem was the fact that the said grandson of the Luna Queen was already married and had his mate, and both were here at the Choosing as the chief guests.

He's now Emily and James's son. Apparently, they grew a liking toward him. "You see my mom and dad got married by contract." Aria advertised with a smile on her face. Charlotte nodded. "Yep. I've definitely heard that before." Aria chuckled. "I know, but now I'm happy that their marriage is real. At first, the contract thing confused me, you know? Especially after learning that contracts expire. I can't believe I get to watch." She beamed, then looked at her parents' happy faces.

But his tone, quiet, sure, made me wonder if maybe I’d run out of reasons to keep saying no to life. I took the envelope, opened it. My eyes skimmed the first line. “A contract marriage?” The laugh that escaped me was brittle. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” Before I could react, he stepped inside. No hesitation. His presence filled the room, crowding out the air. “I need a wife,” he said. “One year. Public appearances. No scandals. “And in return?” My arms folded tight across my chest. “You get your revenge,” he said, eyes locking on mine. “On Liam. On your sister. On every single person who watched you fall and pretended to feel sorry for you.”