No Renewal: My Contract Husband Novels & Stories

There was a contract she kept at home and she wanted to see if it was due for renewal. She opened the drawers at the desk and then went to the shelf on the left, going through the huge folders on there. As she was going through the documents, she came across a contract that had never been brought up ever since it was signed. It was the marriage contract she signed with Henry. A few years passed and the contract had expired... however, they didn't get a divorce as agreed. No one mentioned it either... how could they? They both breached the contract. Instead of the marriage being in name only as they had agreed, they fell in love and got married for real. Roxanne chuckled, finding it funny tha

I knew ending this contract marriage would not be easy, but I was ready to take control of my own happiness and move on with my life. "Goodnight, Reiner." Reiner stood to his feet and caught my arm. "Don't go yet. Let's have dinner. Even if it's for the last time." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry." He was relentless. "For the last time. Please." This was a whole new Reiner I've never seen before but I was far too gone in my resolve to care anymore. And so I returned back to my chair and had my first and last dinner date with my husband.

he said and stretched it to her, she retrieved it from him immediately. "Contract?" Natalia asked to be sure she heard right. “His marriage with her is a contracted marriage,” his voice let out. Natalia smiled at this, if there was one thing Julian hated was trying to fool them with a contracted marriage. He believes that is the dumbest idea ever, once she gives this to him he would immediately consider not handing his shares to him but to her son. “We never met tonight and this never occurred,” Natalia said coldly but the man busted out laughing.

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Hey! Don’t get cocky!” “That’s all that’s been missing between us as husband and wife. So, can we do it again sometime?” She bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it—she had enjoyed it. But… “I’m your husband, and technically, I could just take care of myself again if you refuse—even though the contract says we should act like a real married couple.” His expression fell again, and her heart ached. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who made you sign that contract, after all. So, fine. Yes, we can do it again.”

“This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to help you. Don’t let me regret helping you. Marrying you is my gain, and don’t let me regret doing this with you, okay?” My face flushes with embarrassment, but I still need to push further. “I know, and I am sorry. I understand it’s a contract. I just think living with a grown man under one roof won’t really... really make sense. Perhaps we could... I think we could make it... work. Yes, we could make it work.” “Make what work? You better stop dreaming. I told you about this. There’s nothing to work about. You are here to play your part after I have paid the bills. Don’t imagine what will not happen. Don’t, don’t think about th

Hartley, Haven’s family lawyer, greeted them with a smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Brandon , thank you for coming on such short notice," he said, pointing for them to take a seat. "I've been reviewing the terms of your marriage contract," the lawyer said, going through some papers. "There are a few discrepancies that we need to go over one more time." Haven's eyes widened, his voice rising. “What kind of observations?” Mr. Hartley continued and said. “Well, it looks like the clause regarding the duration of your arranged marriage is kind of huge. As it looks, there is a possibility that it could be permanent.”

"It’s nothing like that. Even though I'm dead crazy about you, and I'll make sure you'll get fucked when you get home because of the fucking days that I won’t be able to take you, I was even more worried when you didn't call or text earlier. Other than that, you’re not answering my calls. I was already planning to go there with Aries if he had not told me the next flight there would be on Friday.” Is that how worried he was? Wow, I didn’t know he could feel that way towards me. Yes, we fuck, and I am his wife, but I can’t set aside the truth that we are in a contractual marriage. "I'm sorry again,” I apologize. “I promise to make it up to you when I come back. I will let you fuck me endlessl

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

Anita explained. "My name is Morgan," the man said. "Thank you for helping me. Even if it's just for status, I hope you don't think this marriage is a joke." Morgan's voice sounded calm when he said this, but somehow Anita caught a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "No problem," Anita replied. "As long as you don't bother me. Everything will work out fine." Morgan secretly smiled. He then nodded. "I'll be abroad for two years. After I finish all my treatment, I'll come back here," he said.

"But you have to? We have to divorce each other after a year. We have a contract. It's stated in that contract that we will have a divorce after a year." "It's a contract. We can renew that once the first one expires. I'll make sure that you find another way for me to be useful to you so you'll never get rid of me," he answered shortly, but I didn't have the time of the day to digest it. My head refused to. "I don't want to go back to the party." "Shall we go home?" Alonzo prompted. His eyes were flashing meaningful gazes. I was reminded of what he told me earlier.