No Renewal: My Contract Husband Novels & Stories

"I suppose I could... but what do I get in return?" "Compensation? I honestly have no idea what I could offer you," Elena whispered nervously. "I really don't have any spare cash right now, but I promise to reimburse you however I can." "Halt. Please don't bring up money ever again." The mere mention of the subject gave Adrián an instant headache. That massive misunderstanding from the past resurfaced in his mind, and he desperately wanted to avoid letting financial friction damage his rapport with Elena. "If I assist you with this data, I have only two conditions I want you to agree to."

“What constitutes wrong treatment or potential reasons to leave?” “That will be determined by you.” She shut the file, color rising to her cheeks. “Aren’t you giving me too much power?” “No.” “What if I abuse it or take advantage?” “Will you?” he whispered. She shook her head, and he bridged the gap by half. “Did you read the whole contract? You’re fine with everything you see? The duration? Courthouse wedding? I’ll provide the witnesses we need.” “Yeah.” A strange feeling welled up in his chest. He had a tough time keeping his smile hidden.

Hearing my words, Mr Wong gives me a cold smile, a smile I'm beginning to hate so much. " Glad we have agreed. You'd be coming with me to meet my family soon. Do not make mention of this contract to them. Or anyone for that matter. To the whole world, we met on Jeju Island sometime three years ago, and we hit off and had sex. You left without giving me your contact info and we didn't see each other for three years. Till I ran into you a couple of months ago here in LA and we started seeing each other again then got married cause we can't live without the other. That's easy to understand, isn't it?” He asked like he was daring me to say I didn't.

“Sure, let's get down to business. But just to be clear, this contract isn't legally binding, right? I mean, we're not actually getting married.” “Correct. It's more of a symbolic gesture, a formal agreement between two parties with common interests.” “Got it. So, what are the terms? How long do I have to play the role of the dutiful wife?” “We'll start with a one-year contract, with the option to renew or terminate at the end of the term. During that time, you'll maintain the appearance of a devoted spouse while enjoying the benefits of financial stability.” “And what happens if one of us decides to bail before the contract expires?”

Basil nhìn bàn tay ấm áp của cô, đôi môi hơi nhếch lên, sau đó nói: “Anh muốn cưới em giả, chỉ kết hôn có 90 ngày thôi, 90 ngày sau chúng ta sẽ như hai người xa lạ không có gì với nhau. Ai Trong quá trình cần gì tôi sẽ giúp, chỉ cần bạn chỉ bảo, tôi sẽ làm hết ” Helen cảm thấy mình đã nghe nhầm, hoặc hôm nay tai cô không ổn định. Cô ấy đặt tay lên tai và nhặt nó lên, sau đó hỏi lại: "Bạn có biết bạn đang nói về cái gì không?" “Đương nhiên anh biết mình đang nói cái gì, anh đến tìm em để kết hôn giả, chỉ có 90 ngày là kết hôn. Bạn có thể không tin ”.

"How can I cancel our honeymoon? After the wedding, you have been busy with so many things, we haven't even had a chance yet to enjoy our marriage. It's not fair to you to cancel our honeymoon." "I'm ok, Charles. Maybe it's just the wrong time. After all, we can be on our honeymoon anywhere as long as we stay together." "Didn't you always want to go to the Maldives? This was your dream. I promised to come with you. Instead of canceling, let's just postpone the trip until my father recovers." Charles tried to persuade her. Sarah smiled and shook her head, "No, it's really fine. When your dad gets better, you'll oversee the company. You can't stay idle all that time, and it's not good for the

I did not realize when I read the entire message. --- Jackie, I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you probably rolled your eyes the second you saw my name in your inbox. But please, just read this to the end. That’s all I’m asking. Tomorrow, our marriage contract ends. Just fourteen days, that’s all it was supposed to be. But somehow, somewhere along the way, you became the one thing I can’t imagine my life without. You became my home.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

Rolling my eyes, I brought out a stack of papers and handed it to him, “This is a contract stating that our marriage will only last for two years. I don’t want a loud wedding; we can go and register our marriage at the town hall. Although we will be staying together, this marriage is only on paper and I understand that you may have needs, you can get that from whomever you want but it shouldn’t make headlines. And most importantly, no kids. Let me know what you’d like me to add.” I said, stealing a