Novel Pernikahan Kontrak Jadi Cinta Novels & Stories

“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.”

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

he announced. Everyone stepped aside leaving just the both of us and with the way the arrangement was going I wished I was getting married to someone I liked. I would be so happy but no it was a fake marriage to someone I had sworn never to have anything to do with and it was funny that we entered a marriage contract, marriages were meant to be for eternity to someone you love ours is for a year and we very much hate each other. Love is only a fantasy and marriage isn't meant for me but still yet here I am following through with the contract.

He awaited me, tears of happiness glistening in his eyes, mirroring my own. The ceremony was breathtaking and heartwarming. This would be our third attempt at a joyous marriage, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was all a dream. But now, it was real. No longer tainted by pretense or selfishness, our union was a testament to pure, unconditional love.

- Elisa," I murmured. - Why can't anyone say my name? I saw Anthony give a half smile before we got into the car. - Where are we going? - I asked after a few minutes of silence. - A clinic specialized in artificial insemination and obstetrics, I have a friend there with whom I had already talked about my idea. Yesterday I told her about our... - he hesitated for a moment - Situation, so don't worry, she knows we have no romantic involvement or anything like that. I nodded without much enthusiasm and spent the rest of the trip reflecting on how crazy I was doing, Lena would probably kill me when she found out and Miguel would ask if I was crazy, but I couldn't change my mind, I had already de

“Chill, bro! You two are married, even if it started as a contract. Being physically close is a natural progression in a marriage.” I nod in agreement with Mike’s perspective. “Mike has a point, Steve. Being physically close in a marriage is normal.” “Exactly! Don’t overthink it, Steve. Enjoy the perks of your contract marriage.” Mike winks at him. “Guys, we had rules. Breaking them complicates everything.” Mike chuckles. “Well, rules are made to be broken. Being in a physical relationship in your contract marriage is way better than bickering every day.” I nod. “Yes. If it avoids constant arguments between you both, maybe it’s a positive turn.”

It was already weird enough to see her. I looked at her, she was staring at the ground. When she spoke again, her voice was unexpectedly energetic, “ It’s- umm- tell me if I am wrong, so we are going to PRETEND that we are together?” she paused, Raven nodded as it was something she was waiting for. And then she continued, “ And we will pretend like we are hiding it? And then we will tell everybody they we are- ma-married?” she wanted to confirm. I didn’t know I was listening to her until I noticed her eyes on me. I nodded unconsciously. Raven spoke out, “ Yes, and you will be divorced after some time. The time isn’t mentioned there in the contract. But I assure you, it wouldn’t be more than

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

Yet, armed with the tools they had acquired through therapy, they navigated through the rough patches with grace and compassion. Their journey of resilience and growth led them to a profound realization—that their love was built on a foundation of genuine connection and shared values. They no longer felt trapped within the confines of a contract. Instead, they saw each other as equals, partners on a path of love and mutual support. As time passed, the once-contract lovers became an inseparable couple, deeply committed to their shared vision. They understood that love was not merely a fairytale ending but an ongoing journey of growth and evolution. They embraced the highs and lows, knowing th

"What was I supposed to say? Maybe I wouldn't have brought her home if I knew you'd be here earlier." Maria's tears flowed freely now, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't believe the man she loved could be so callous. "I thought we had something together. I thought you loved me?" She demanded, her voice cracking. Alejandro scoffed, his eyes rolling. "What do you know about love? How can I be in love with you when our marriage was based on a contract? Did you forget?"