No Renewal: My Contract Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

After returning home from the party, I booked a flight to France. Once the call ended, I opened the combination safe and took out the divorce agreement inside. It had been stored there for too long. The text had faded, the ink blurred with age. I sent it to my lawyer, Evan Rothwell, who replied that it would need to be re-signed. Otherwise, it would not hold legal effect. Therefore, I printed a fresh copy. Then I sat on the couch and waited for Luca Moretti to come home. Just like always, he brought me a bouquet of red roses, my favorite.

He didn't know much about her, but there was one way to remedy that situation. "Savannah." She smiled. She loved the way he pronounced her name, a stress on the second syllable. "Would you wanna keep your surname or mine?" She was taken aback. She hadn't considered that. "I'd keep both." She decided. He nodded producing a document and pen. He passed it to her. "This is the contract. Go through the details." She took her time. Going through, she was satisfied with the terms. A one year marriage and after the one year, they would co-parent if they had a child during the one year. "Jeez!" She gasped in shock, when her eyes landed on a part of the document. Mike was alarmed. "What's wrong?" She

“I’m nowhere near jealous.” The corner of Donato’s mouth lifted slightly. “This is a contract marriage, in case you forgot.” “Of course I know that,” Jesse shot back, even though his heart was beating faster than usual. Donato watched him for a moment before asking, “And I recall you saying something about an open marriage. I hope that’s still fine by you.” Jesse gave him a cool look. “Sure. After all, this is a contract marriage.” Without waiting for a response, Jesse turned and made his way toward his bedroom, leaving Donato standing alone in the hallway.

Vanessa rebuked him instantly. Manuel wasn't convinced. "We already slept together, what else are we hiding?" "It's a breach of contract, we agreed not to get intimate until three months of marriage and also never to move into each other's room. Why do you now bring this?" She questioned him. "Well, Vanessa. Some rules are made to be broken! We both broke the rules, and we have to atone for it" Vanessa ignored his words and she laid down on the bed, wrapping herself under the warm duvet. She didn't expect Manuel to come and force her to get up. He picked Vanessa into his arms and took her away with him.

“What did you just say?” “Look… You’ve done what you can. You’ve earned your father’s trust. We don’t need to stay one year in this contract. We’ve been in this marriage for, what, a couple of months now? What’s extra few months? I think four or five months remaining, right? What’s extra four months that you can’t just toss away?”

He added, passing the contract back to me. And when I saw the words circled in Green, my heart almost stopped. ' If Part B wants to continue living with her baby after one year, the contract can always be renewed...' " But she shouldn't expect anything from part A.." ' No love, no promises.." That was the final clause.. It was simply that ...A marriage in the papers. No love and no promises. I had an option, but it turned out.. I could either bind myself to an unloving and unfeeling part A, for the rest of my life for the sake of my baby,

Then he opened a drawer and brought out a prepared document. He had already printed the contract. He was that sure. My heart pounded as he slid it across the table. “Read.” My hands trembled as I picked it up. Contract Marriage Agreement — Duration: 12 months. Clauses. Rules. Boundaries. Responsibilities. Financial compensation that made my head spin. This was real. Terrifyingly real. “Why me?” I asked again, softly. “Because you look like a woman the public will trust,” he said. “And because you have nothing tying you down.”

The specific and particular silence of a room receiving a true thing stated plainly. He looked at his desk. "I signed the contract," I said. "I did what the contract required. I am Julian Blackwood's wife in the specific and public and legal sense. I attend the functions and I represent the family and I have, I have done more than the contract required in ways that I did not anticipate and that I do not regret. But I am not a, I am not a pipeline. Between you and Julian's resources. That is not what I am." He was quiet.

My instinct was on point because I just noticed how he cleverly maneuvered us to a more private spot on the dance floor that was far removed from where the party guests were dancing around. “Now that your name has been cleared of the embezzlement scandal and I have gotten the CEO position I wanted, it is safe to say at this point that we both have fulfilled our part of the agreement and so the contract we signed has run its course.” I immediately became apprehensive as soon as he mentioned the contract. Does he want us to annul our marriage immediately? But the contract stipulated three years, is he tired of me already? The more these questions were flipping through my mind, I felt myself be

"Even when you introduced him to me, I was skeptical about it because of how you always talked about how cold-hearted and rude he was but I had no choice but to listen to you and believe you." "Mother, Jayden isn't harsh to me. Not anymore", I say, holding her hands firmly and thinking of what else to say to her to convince her that I am fine and this is just for a while. "He can't treat me anyhow because I am his wife now and besides, this contract isn't forever. It's just for a year." "A year?" I nod intermittently. "Then you can leave him and live a life of your own?" I nod again. "You can remarry and have kids with someone else?" I smile and nod. "Someone, you truly love?"