No Renewal: My Contract Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

He grinned smugly. "Our contract will end after three years from the date I registered it. Did I forget to tell you that I never registered the contract? I forgot to register the contract, but we registered our marriage in the civil official bureau. For now, you are my legal wife with out a contract" he shared. She was stunned to hear his confession. He made her sign the contract, but for some reason he never registered it made it legal. He realised that fact when he found their signed contracts lying in his desk drawer that morning when he was searching for something.

Jasmine began to say. She can't keep all her pain inside her anymore. "I think we should just call this quit. Even if you stop them this time. They would definitely come up with something else after this." she said which is nothing but the simple truth. "To you, it's just a contract marriage. It's more than that to me." he said and left the room in anger. Can't she just stop pointing it out to his face that it's a contract marriage. Yes, that is what it is but he sees it way beyond that.

“I am done with that hellhole you call a marriage! Nothing can bring me back to you after you had the nerve, the audacity and the disrespect to cheat on me with my sister!” His voice on the other end of the phone oozed anger, the deep baritone almost forcing me to surrender to his will. But he had hurt me too much for that to work now. “It was a contract marriage. I am not obligated to you, Catherine, now fucking listen to me—” “I am not obligated to you, either! I have always listened to you and where has that gotten me? Hurt and pregnant.” I yelled him down with a cracking voice, making sure he could not get a word in.

“That’s okay with me, though I must say I’m surprised you have a married friend. That’s rather unusual, but good.” “I’ve been on my best behavior lately.” He took my hand and kissed it. “This is for you.” I pushed the envelope to his side, and he hesitated for a moment before he picked it up and opened it. “We are nullifying our marriage contract?” He looked at me. “Yeah. I want us to start afresh. We don’t have to keep these contract papers with us. It means nothing anymore. Besides, it was supposed to last for 5 years.” He smiled as he took the pen from the table and scribbled his signature without a fuss. I expected he would make it difficult to convince him to sign them.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She chuckled softly, melting into my arms. I stayed with Brooke for a few more hours, just talking like we used to—not about revenge or secrets, just about us and our family. Eventually, I stood, adjusting my trousers. “Now that everything’s settled with you, I need to go find my wife.” Brooke’s expression turned sour. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms “You’re not legally married. She’s not your wife.” “It may be a contract marriage, but we’re legally married, Brooke,” I chuckled, turning to leave.

Serena calmly looked at him, reaching out to cup his face. " I just want you to understand that it's not that I'm unwilling, but rather, you are. You have a strong sense of responsibility. I am only your nominal wife, and you protect me at every turn, preventing me from harm. If you take away my body, the two-year agreement might become void. You are well aware of this, so since we got married, you have never thought about what could happen between us. Even when you hold me or kiss me, you've never thought about it in that way."

But I saw the flicker of pain before he hid it. "Fine." He straightened his tie with deliberate calm. "Stay. Play house with your cousin. Pretend this job will fill the void in your life." He turned to leave, then paused. "But understand this, Sophia—you're still my wife. And when you come crawling back because reality doesn't live up to your fantasies, I might not be waiting." He left without another word. I collapsed against the workbench, my legs giving out. "You okay?" James steadied me.

Inez said, her heart racing as she waited for his response. Mario stared at her blankly, his eyes wide with confusion. "A … a contract? What exactly do you mean, Ma’am?" Inez ran her hand through her hair nervously, feeling the need to clarify. She cleared her throat and explained, "Here’s the thing, you’re obviously in need of money and work right now. I need a husband to stand by my side, as my late husband passed away seven years ago." Finally, Mario understood what she was suggesting. He knew her intentions were good, but this was far outside his comfort zone, he’d never considered selling himself the way some celebrity fitness peers of his had.

"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. We will ensure to protect your public image, ensuring that neither you nor your child is fully revealed to the public or made to face any form of criticism during or after the contract. Your only duty is to partner with Mr. Declan, presenting him as the perfect husband and loving father. In return, you'll receive a monthly allowance, and upon the lapse of the contract, yo