Novel & Cerita Novel Istri Kontrak

he observed. Luca rested back in his chair, still grinning. "Did you bag a new contract?" Rio asked excitedly, happy he had guessed correctly. Luca shook his head. "Nah," he replied nonchalantly, and Rio's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wow," he said. "Nothing makes you happier than contracts, Luca." Luca paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Really?" he said, still smiling. "I didn't realize." Rio was growing more curious by the second. "Alright, I give up. What is it?" he asked, his eyes begging for answers.

On the day we got married, he was in a lip lock with a woman that I could not recognize and from the angle and quality of the picture, this was obviously captured by a paparazzi. I locked the screen of my phone and marched out of the bathroom and moved around the house in my bathrobe, full of angry air. I looked around, hoping to find Anthony but he wasn’t anywhere in the suite. I needed answers from him. I needed to know why he was doing this to himself, to our contract and to me, most importantly. We had an agreement, and he took it as a joke. It was even more heart wrenching when he acted as if nothing had happened when he had been busy making kissy faces with one of his flings.

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

I replied, feeling a bit awkward. He ordered a bottle of wine, and we toasted our new partnership. As we ate our dinner, Alex explained the terms of the contract. We would be married for one year, and I would receive a large sum of money, as well as other benefits such as a new apartment and a personal assistant. We would act like a real couple in public, but in private, we could do whatever we wanted. I listened to him, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. I asked him some questions about the contract, and he answered them all, making it sound like a great deal. But I couldn't help but wonder what the catch was.

he confessed and I felt like my problems were already known to many. “I will never cause you to lack and all you have to agree with me is to be my wife. You will pay your loans, and your business will be back on track,” he added. It felt like I was given a white paper to write down my wishes, but I didn't have a pen. “I won't do that,” I replied shabbily, and I attempted to walk out. “Bella, be my contract wife!” He roared, and I froze as the words were repeated in my head.

But that dream will be just a dream from now because I need to be financially stable first and do whatever I want. But in a snap, my definition of a happy married life was the exact opposite of the situation I am in right now, the situation where I don’t even know where it came from. I don’t know the person whom I married! I don’t even know that I am already married in the first place! It wasn’t the scene that I imagined. It was like my life was just like what happened in the movies or the one I read in the books It was one day since Keandrick and I called his friend, Darwin. Yup, I am already used to calling my boss by his first name. Good thing he wasn’t minding it or else he’ll fire me an

I had practiced this in front of my studio mirror for hours. Sterling cleared his throat, a dry, dismissive sound. "Right. Ms. Kline. We are here to discuss the terms of the subsidiary return. However, we must also address the breach of the original contract. You were provided with a home, a name, and resources. In exchange, you were to fulfill the duties of a wife to Mr. Moore. Your sudden departure was a public embarrassment to the family." "I was a contract participant, Mr. Sterling. Not a hostage," I replied. I kept my hands flat on the table. "As for my 'duties,' I suggest you look at the folder I just slid toward you."

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

The moment she had looked at me and then looked away and then reached for the bottle and asked about my wine in a voice that was performing casualness with more effort than the question required. Would you like more wine. I had said yes. Meaning something entirely different. I sat in the study and looked at the desk and thought about the contract in the drawer somewhere. The clean document with its precise clauses and its two year timeline and its instructions about what was and was not permitted between two people sharing a house and a fabricated marriage for professional purposes. I had written that contract. I had constructed it carefully. Every clause considered. Every term designed to m