No Renewal: My Contract Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes. The marriage was quiet, behind closed doors, and I want the ending to be the same.” Mr. Thompson folded his hands. “Legally, the marriage still holds, though under the confidentiality clause in your original contract, few would suspect. Are you sure you want this now?” “No Mr Thompson am not sure, but somehow I know it is the right thing” George said coldly. “That chapter needs to end permanently. And if she resurfaces again, I want nothing legally binding between us. No leverage. No access. Nothing.” Mr. Thompson nodded slowly. “And is your father away of this decision ?”

I had never seen him look so angry. I gaped at him. “What do you mean?” I am really confused. I pick up the new condom he just threw on the bed and find that this one is sticky with the oil that was supposed to be inside. And it looks like… it looks like someone had poke the package with needles! “The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” he stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.”

Then he moves on to the next clause, “This contract and marriage is perpetual, terminated only if a new contract is specified; in case of annulment of the marriage or divorce by me; or in the circumstance of the death of one of the parties.” Eleonor swallows dryly. His voice continues to grace her ears. “Both parties agree to maintain fidelity as long as the contract and marriage lasts...” He gives a low, husky laugh. Damn sadist, she thinks, snorting. “Both parties have the right to propose changes to the clauses of this contract, but they can only be done with the consent of Mr. Reviello.” He finally stops, beside the fireplace. He raises his eyes, searching for eye contact. Eleonor's eyes

“You’re right. I’m looking forward to my new beginning.” However, James wasn’t about to give up. He kept calling me from different numbers, one after another. Finally, I picked up, my tone flat. “James, what exactly do you want?” There was a pause on the other end. Then, he spoke in a low voice, “I never agreed to the divorce.” A cold laugh slipped from my lips. My tone carried no trace of emotion. “You said it yourself. The contract marriage would end after seven years, and we’d go our separate ways. Now that it’s over, I’ve walked away, just like we agreed.

“Also, I need a wife.” “How many times do I have to tell you to find someone else?” She protested. “I don’t want to get married either! So how about this? We enter a contract marriage for a year. No feelings attached, no meddling in each other’s affairs. Once we deal with Miguel and Elise and I get my inheritance, we can separate. Think of it as a contract for revenge.” She stared at me, her expression blank as she processed my words. “A tempting offer... However, until you prove I can trust you, my answer remains unchanged.”

Finally, Julian pulled back slightly. "I should probably tell you something," he said. "What?" I asked. "The contract we signed," he said. "The marriage contract." My stomach dropped slightly. "What about it?" I asked. "It was for three years minimum," Julian explained. "We're only about seven months in." I nodded slowly, understanding what he wasn't saying. "So we have two and a half years left," I said. "Technically yes," Julian agreed. "But Claire, I don't want this to be about the contract anymore, I don't want you to stay because of some agreement we made when we were both angry and hurt, I want you to stay because you want to."

I renewed my modeling contract to a year. 📱And you're telling me this now? A 2months contract renewed to a year? 📲 No, No I was going to call you and tell you that. 📱It's fine, Goodbye. I slammed the phone down, I mean, I was going to propose and marry her sooner than I thought because of my father's stupid wish. Where am I going to get a woman to marry on such short notice? No one, not even the dumbest person can agree to get married in a month from nowhere.

The man said. "I'm Malika, and this is Miguel my husband. And just in case you are questioning, no we never support any of his fucked up moves, including cheated on Emily nor about their contract marriage," the woman said a lil bit too to the point. "Malika!" Aaron said sternly. "He doesn't know about the contract." He continued. "I know about it. About how your contract marriage will only last for 5 years." I said careless. "What do you mean, Joseph? What contract marriage?" I heard voices behind me. Shit. Did my mum just heard what I said. I don't need to put more stress to my parents, they've been through a lot. Specially my mum.

I laughed softly into my drink. The warmth between us settled deeper after that, easy and familiar and dangerous in how natural it had started to feel. Daniel leaned back against the couch and looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “It’s been five months.” “That sounds ominous.” “It wasn’t meant to.” I waited. He turned the soda bottle slowly between his fingers. “There’s a clause in the contract.” I blinked once before remembering immediately. Three months before the contract expiration — if neither of us formally filed to terminate the agreement before that notice period ended, the marriage continued by default. At the beginning it had felt practical. Now suddenly it felt terrifyi

"This is our room," Jun-Sang said as Soo-Yun entered the room. "I want a separate room," Soo-Yun said with a straight face. "Soo-Yun stop your drama." Jun-Sang glared at her, his face showing he was angry but inside he was happy that she was here. "Why? I want my separate room ``'' Everyone out there knows you are my wife- "A contract wife." Soo-Yun added before Jun-Sang finished his sentence, her voice serious as ever. He just stared for a second, thinking about how he ended up like this. "Soo-Yun, it is about my reputation so please don't make this hard for me. The whole company knows we got married." Soo-Yun rolled her eyes. She had never liked to be treated badly, especially by her husba