My Mom Got A Contract Marriage Novels & Stories

Seeing my best friend Wilson got married to my another best friend, Elena, I was more than devastated. How could Wilson marry someone when I had admired him for far too lang than one could even count? But I had another way to stop my sadness - get drunk to my heart's content which was a mistake when I woke up lying in a different bed. I had a one-night stand, and if that wasn't enough, I signed a marriage contract with this stranger. Or more precisely to Daniel Manzo, the CEO of Manzo Group. I must get out of this unreasonable marriage! Dalvin: "Wife, if you step out of this mansion once again, I'll make sure you're unable to walk for one week starting tonight!" I stomped on his feet and told him, "I'll break your feet before you break mine! Adieu!" Disclaimer: In the process of editing 11-15 chapters.

Oops! The Alpha Billionaire is my baby daddy. With a few days countdown to live, Clara ran away from her abusive boyfriend to Bryxton City to provide for her child before her death day. On her first day as a waitress in one of the popular restaurants in Bryxton City Clara met with Alexander an Alpha Billionaire he asked her to be his contract wife for four month. Living with a proud Billionaire like Alexander was a big problem but what seemed more dangerous to Clara was finding out that he is the Alpha king of all the werewolves in Bryxton. Her relationship with Alexander took a great turn around when he found out that Clara's daughter was his child. Finding out so many secrets about her past will Clara still stay with the Alpha who once hurt her and also the father of her child.

On the week before Valentine's Day, I want to buy my husband, Grayson Strickland, who works as a university professor, an electronic toothbrush as a gift. That's when I see a review with over ten thousand likes on a particular online store. "I recommend buying from this store! This store's electronic toothbrush is super durable! I've never had to charge this toothbrush for half a year!" Three days later, an additional response is made to that comment. "I'm sorry for misleading everyone. It turns out that my husband has been charging this toothbrush this whole time. It's my fault for being such a doofus! I even pestered him for a long time before I finally found out that he has done a lot for me! "I never have to add toilet rolls to the bathroom. All I thought is that the same toilet roll is extremely thick. The membership that I have on the TV app is often paid for and extended, and yet I thought there was a bug in the app software somehow. Some time ago, the peeling dry skin on my lips miraculously healed. It turns out he was the one who kept applying lip balm onto my lip at night. "He's a university professor, you see. In the past, I often blamed him for not knowing what being romantic was like. But now, I finally realize that those who love you will have a way of showing you how it's done." The rest of the comment section is filled with wailing complaints. They all complain that Valentine's Day isn't even here, and yet they are already sick of the lovey-dovey atmosphere. Amid the Internet users' constant requests, the poster finally uploads the handsome side profile of her husband. Feeling rather envious, I tap on the photo, only for my smile to freeze on my face. That photo actually features Grayson! As I stare at my mother-in-law, who has been paralyzed in bed for the past six years, I recall the fact that Grayson lives on the university campus all around the year. That's when uneasiness begins plaguing me. As expected, when I bring my marriage certificate to the County Clerk’s office and ask about it, the clerk points at the stamp and says, "Your marriage certificate is fake. Mr. Grayson Strickland's spouse is another woman named Callista Whitman." My fingers go slack subconsciously, causing the fake marriage certificate to fall to the floor. A chuckle of despair escapes my lips. Everyone knows that Callista is Grayson's student. She's his most prized student as well as the person who knows him the best. As for me… I'm just a free caretaker whom he has "hired".

"I know who you really are. If you want to stay safe in this office, you have to marry me." "Are you crazy?" "One million dollars. I will pay you one million dollars if you marry me." Isabella Swan poses as Irene, her twin sister, to investigate Irene's disappearance. But her cover is blown by the CEO of Irene's office, Felix Kingston. Amidst pressure to get married, Felix takes advantage of the situation. A contract marriage agreement was made between Felix and Isabella. But behind that, there is a big secret that Felix is hiding from Isabella. Can Isabella accept this situation now?

When a new bill is put into place in America, it causes tensions with the United Kingdom. To rectify their mistake and ease the unrest between their people, the President proposes an arranged marriage between Caledon Brooker, the Vice President's son, and Eleanor Harris, the Prime Minister's daughter.But as time goes on and Cal and Lena spend more time together, their feelings begin to grow. With the whole world watching their every move, can they turn their relationship from professional to personal, or will it cost them everything?My Politically Arranged Marriage is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

After helping my husband build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a full-time housewife. When our daughter's tenth birthday approached, I planned to host a grand celebration for her. I booked a party that cost 2 thousand dollars per table. But when I swiped my card at the hotel, the staff gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Richmond, this card doesn't even have fifty dollars in it to charge." Flushed with embarrassment, I went home to confront my husband. He wore an apologetic expression. "Lately, the company's been competing for contracts. The new government official is insatiably greedy, and I've had to spend a lot under the table to smooth things over. Once the funds turn around, I'll make sure our daughter gets the grand birthday she deserves." I gave him a gentle, understanding smile—but as soon as I turned away, I began tallying our assets. Because that so-called "new government official" was none other than my father. And in his office, there hadn't been any bids or contracts at all. Now I intended to find out exactly where my husband had spent all our money.

When Catherine Banks, a hopeless romantic agreed to be a wife to the gorgeous billionaire, Andre Gray, she didn't realize she would get hurt and then get pregnant. She had a choice, and she chose to be a mother. A year had her nursing a child alone and working two jobs. But when fate decided to play games, it was always nasty. Andre was back and he wants his son. Andre Gray, a ruthless, gorgeous self-made billionaire always got what he wanted. However, Catherine was an exception. He wanted his son whom she hid from her, but not only that, he wanted her in his bed. Living under his roof, Catherine fell in love with Andre over again. Would she succeed in making him have the same feelings for her as they got more than close to each other? Obstacles arise to drive them apart. Would each succeed in breaking the pieces that were left in the life of Andre and Catherine?

While we're having our dinner on Christmas Eve, my mom suddenly asks me loudly, "Do you have your chastity?" I look confused. "What?" My mom just smiles very smugly. "I knew you were the adventurous type! You must have lost it because of someone else!" After that, she shoots my husband, Louis Hartson, a knowing look. "You don't know about this yet, right? Before Yvonne married you, she was an absolute player in the dating pool. Her father and I couldn't keep her under control at all!" I widen my eyes in shock. "What are you talking about?" My mom is even happier when she sees how angry I am. "Oh? You have the guts to do it, yet you're too cowardly to admit to it?" I can only clench my fists tightly under the table after hearing my mom's slanderous accusations. Since she likes spreading baseless rumors about me this much, I'm not going to keep her secret for her anymore.

At the beginning of a new year, I stay at the hospital to take care of my mother-in-law on my own. My wife, Yelena Lipton, on the other hand, is on a vacation with her first love, Phillip Warren, in a tropical island overseas. Funnily enough, I'm the last one who finds out about her impending marriage with Phillip. When my mother-in-law hears about the news, her condition deteriorates to the point she gets sent into the treatment room immediately. I have to call Yelena over a dozen times for her to finally pick up the call. "Do you have a death wish or something? Why did you bombard me with calls? I'm in the middle of something right now, so leave me alone!" After that, Yelena ends the call. Since then, I keep failing to get in contact with her. During that time, my mother-in-law has passed away from the treatment failure. When I'm done organizing the funeral, I send Yelena a divorce agreement right away. "Have you gone nuts? It's just an announcement to cheer Phillip up! Are you seriously going to file a divorce from me?" After hearing Yelena's accusations, I reply calmly, "Mom's dead. I've already dealt with everything concerning her passing. You should come back and visit her grave."

The ninth time I walked in on Andy Lowe in bed with another woman. I didn’t lose control, and I didn’t question him. I casually tossed a piece of clothing at the girl and said calmly, “Leave through the back garden door.” She froze for a moment, glanced at me nervously, then grabbed the clothes and fled. Andy leaned back against the headboard, looking relaxed, and slowly lit a cigarette. “It’s her first time here,” he said as if it were only natural. “Don’t scare her.” “She’s very innocent, unlike you. I don’t want her getting hurt.” He paused, then added, “It’s her birthday today. I won’t be coming back tonight.” I nodded and said nothing more. As I turned around, I smiled. He seemed not to know that the “innocent” girl had AIDS.