Novel Istri Kontrak Novels & Stories

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

Andrew lowered the glass, accepted a file, and then raised it back up. "I'll be straightforward, Miss Alice, your past or ex has nothing to do with me. You are my present and could be my future if you adhere to the specified conditions," Andrew explained, extending the file to her. "Excuse me?" Alice took the file, her expression showing confusion as she flipped through its contents. "This is a marriage contract for one year. Your challenge is to demonstrate that you are the most eligible to be Andrew Kingston's wife during this time," Andrew announced with pride, prompting Alice to ponder.

“Why don’t you work for my agency? You know that I run an agency for high-profile contract girlfriends or wives, right?” Justin asked. I guess I heard something about it before, but I didn’t know the details. Frankly, I wasn’t interested in these sorts of things and isn’t it sort of like a shady business? I was also finding it hard to believe that Justin was suggesting for me to work as a ‘contract wife’ or whatever it was called. “You mean like…become an escort? Or like a…prostitute?” I asked, unable to find a better word to use.

"Elma, please don't shut me out. We may be in a contract marriage, but that doesn't mean we can't share our burdens and support each other. Whatever is bothering you, I want to be there for you." Elma let out a bitter laugh, her voice laced with frustration. "Gael, you don't understand. This contract, this marriage, it's all just a façade. I'm nothing more than a means to an end, a financial transaction. It's pointless for me to burden you with my problems."

“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.”

Just this morning she was a single lady,but now she was married. After soaking herself for 30minutes she got out of the tub and got into her night wear. She then switched on her phone which had been of for almost the whole day. She had a lot of missed calls,most which was from Jane and some were from her father. Just as she was about to call Jane she received a notification from an unknown number. It contained the terms of the contract,the sender was definitely Elias. She opened the message and read through the terms 1. Both parties are not allowed to develop feelings for each other,if feelings arise they must not act on them.

He slid a file across the table towards her. Elise picked up the file and opened it. The title page was printed in bold letters and read, "Contract Marriage between… Party A and Party B." Flipping through the pages, Elise subjected herself to reading and digesting each word of the draft carefully, making sure not to leave any clause untouched. Meanwhile, Ethan watched the lady before him. She was so engrossed in reading that she barely noticed his gaze fixed on her. Her long lashes fluttered warmly each time she blinked or flipped a page of the document.

Accusation that I had taken away an escape. For me, my mother died that night. I had mourned her a long time ago. Our mother had been a walking corpse for decades. She was too naive and too soft for this world. First, she was deceived by a corrupt, up-and-coming politician who was eyeing the presidency of the United States and couldn’t be bothered with a young Irish woman whom he impregnated. And then she was sold by her parents to a sadistic animal. The dark stone of the chapel matched my mood. Arched windows gleamed with dullness and

“Oh, I’m just here to see how my dear sister is doing. But it looks like you’re doing just fine—entertaining another man when your husband isn’t around. Or should I say, your fake husband?” Isabelle froze. “What are you talking about?” Estella pulled a folder from behind her and waved it in front of Isabelle. “This! I found it in your wardrobe. So you weren't married for real. A marriage contract. So this is what you’ve been up to—selling yourself to Liam Anderson for money. How much is he paying you to warm his bed under the fake identity of his wife?” Isabelle’s face turned red with anger as she snatched the folder from Estella’s hand. “How dare you go through my things? This is none of yo

His reply left me frozen on the seat and I stared at him for the next few minutes, trying to process what the fuck he just said. "Hu...huh?" "I will pay you any amount you want, just name your price. Let's get married," He said for the second time, and I scoffed unbelievably because this didn't make any sense to me. "It's a contract marriage, and we are going to get a divorce after three months, so you have nothing to worry about..." "I'm sorry, Sir... But I'm not interested," I quickly declined his request before he could finish his explanation. That didn't make any sense, and there was no way I was ever going to do that.