Novel Pernikahan Kontrak Jadi Cinta Novels & Stories

The media lapped up the spectacle: headlines and social media feeds exploded with our story, and I was both adored and scrutinized in equal measure. Our honeymoon was a whirlwind escape—jetting off to Dubai, the Maldives, Paris, and countless other enchanting locales. Every destination glittered with promise, each step a reminder that I was no longer the broken girl of yesterday. In Lucas’s arms, amidst breathtaking views and opulent celebrations, I dared to hope that this union—born of desperation and scandal—might evolve into something real. And as the world watched us, I couldn’t help but wonder: Could a contract marriage, built on a foundation of shattered dreams and unexpected passion,

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

It irritated her that she noticed. “I need ten minutes,” he said. “I don’t sell those.” “You will sell a year.” Elena stared at him. The words were so strange, so calm, that for a second she thought she had misheard. Then he reached inside his coat and placed a folded document on the counter between them. She didn’t touch it. “What is that?” “A contract.” “For what?” His eyes held hers. “Marriage.” A laugh escaped her. Not a pretty one. “You’re joking.”

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

I go over to him and hold his hand, then I touch his face, “I want you Sir, I really do but I hate the fact that you belong to someone else. You get to go back home to your wife and family while I am here longing for you. I can’t bear the thought of you being with another woman” I murmured. “I swear to you that she means nothing to me, it was just a contract marriage that was prepared between our families, she doesn’t mean anything to me” he breathes out those lies. I almost chocked on my words with how easily he let that slip out of his mouth. A contract marriage! A contract marriage is only possible between two people who barely know each other and something to offer to each other’s benefi

she said, her hands twisting together. “Are you? Because you look like a ghost haunting your own marriage,” I replied, stepping further into the room and running a finger along the spine of a leather-bound book. “But then again, this isn’t a normal marriage, is it? It’s a transaction. A very clean, very cold contract”. She didn't respond. She just watched me, her silence her only defense. It was a weak defense.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

"After we got married, she still disagrees and always creates trouble and tries to destroy our relationship, even taking advantage of Charles’s old mistresses and his adopted sister to ruin our relationship. I don’t know what she did secretly, but we both lost trust in each other after several events. He accused me of engaging in love affairs with other men and framing his sister while I doubted that he was still in love with his adopted sister. We fought and didn't talk to each other for a while.” Carrie held her hand and comforted her. “I thought something serious happened, it was just a fight, right? Newlyweds always face issues in the beginning. You just need time to adapt to each other’

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

she quickly closed her eyes he chuckled and kissed on her forehead while taking her to his embrace will this forced contract marriage ever turn into marriage with love??? let's see in upcoming journey