Married By Contract Destined By Fate Novels & Stories

"You're right, Mia. I'm sorry. I don't want to hold you back. Let's find a way to rewrite our story, to create a future that's not bound by legalities." In that moment, I saw a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. We had acknowledged the suffocating demands of our contract marriage and made a vow to transcend its confines. Our journey was far from over, and the challenges we faced were formidable. But armed with a love that defied conventions and a shared determination to reclaim our destiny, we knew that we were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I asked her “No I’m not sir, can I leave now?” she asked me, looking frustrated. “ you can leave,” I said and watched as she left my office. I'll marry her, I have to even if I have to kidnap her mother. I'll do that. I called my lawyer to draft a marriage contract based on my terms and have it delivered tomorrow. I don't have time, Tom would be getting married in less than a week and I have to get married before him.

Everything was so fast and surreal, as though he had been waiting for this moment. Who even just sees someone in church and marries them? It didn’t make sense to me, but did I care? No. All I wanted was revenge, and I would do anything for that. We had signed both the marriage contract, which stated we would go our separate ways two years from now. No sex, no intimacy, just officiality! “You have not signed your check,” Joshua said as we drove to his house. I looked up at him, then back at the check. I didn’t even know what to sign on it. I took the check and looked at it intently.

I'm not interfering in his decisions at all. 5. Confidentiality: Both parties agree to maintain strict confidentiality regarding the nature and purpose of this contract marriage, ensuring that no information is disclosed to third parties without explicit consent. 6. Duration and Termination: This agreement shall remain in effect for a lifetime from the date of signing. Upon reaching the termination date or fulfilling the contract's purpose, whichever comes first, both parties shall be free from their obligations under this agreement. Huh?! Lifetime? Is he really serious? It feels like he's saying I don't deserve to be free!

“A way to end this chaos, once and for all.” ‎ ‎Eleanor looks up, uncertain. “What do you mean?” ‎ ‎He studies her face, her swollen eyes, the way she looks like she’s holding on to the last thread of her strength. “We can get married,” he says quietly. “You and I. Everyone will think the child is mine. Only we will know the truth.” ‎ ‎For a heartbeat, there’s silence. Then Eleanor blinks, stunned. “Married?” she echoes, her voice barely audible.

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.

“His brother literally took advantage of me, impregnated me and ran off without looking back, then eight years later he shows up and claim to be in love with me? Ohh please! “ I seethed. “Where was he the entire eight years? Scheming and planning how to arrange a contract marriage with me! Ontop of the whole thing, he still used me to get his inheritance, I just ….” I trailed off realizing I had exposed myself finally to Manuel. “Hold up …. Contract marriage? Inheritance? What are you talking about?!” Manuel asked at once. I exhaled deeply, well I’m out completely now, there’s no need to lie about anything again. “Yeah. We were practically strangers. I agreed to marry him on the condition th

He turned back to us, his gaze settling on both of us. “The contract marriage was not a political arrangement or a way to protect an heir. It was the only way to bring together the two bloodlines that carried the full connection to the core energy. Your bond was not just a duty. It was the key written into the system from the very beginning. It was meant to grow into something real, something strong enough to hold the power of the world without being corrupted by it.” My mind reeled. All the confusion, all the questions, all the times we had wondered why fate had bound us so tightly, suddenly fell into place. It was not a chain. It was a path.

the man asked, and she nodded. "This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love.

Everyone. My stomach began to churn already. Augustus held a document. A contract. The contract. "We've finalized the wedding arrangements," he said. "The ceremony will take place in ten days. Here. In the estate." "I thought the wedding was already arranged," I said. "The original contract was between the Ashfords and the Sinclairs. But there's one detail that was never finalized." He looked at me with his cold eyes. "The consummation clause." I froze. "The marriage must be consummated within forty-eight hours of the ceremony. With all three sons. In succession." My breath caught sharply in my throat. A thick silence fell— Consummation?! As in, SEX?!!