Novel Pernikahan Kontrak Jadi Cinta の小説・ストーリー

I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story. Amid our photos, not only of the few weddings there are of our wedding, but also of distant photos taken of us on the island, is detailed absolutely everything. The magazine comments on how my marriage was based on a contract, how it was something devised by my grandfather and Dominik's grandfather, how we both have to fulfill certain requirements in order not to break the contract, and how we both had a complicated start. "...But as if it were a love story, on their obligatory honeymoon trip, they both found love..."

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Andrea raised a brow in interest. "Oh really?" he said. "He claimed he doesn't love me," Elena continued, her voice filled with sadness. "As you suspected before, our marriage is a sham. It's just a contract marriage for each other's selfish benefits." Andrea didn't seem surprised by this revelation, and Elena continued to speak. "But… things changed," she said hesitantly. "But things changed," Andrea repeated, a smile on his face. "What? You knew…" Elena trailed off. "Yeah, I did Elena," Andrea said, sighing heavily. "I know about my boy's allergy too. It hurts seeing him so lonely."

I found myself saying, and just as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on us, her eyes went wide immediately as she pushed me away and got up to her feet immediately. “What?!” She exclaimed. Great! Just great Jonathan, what a way to ruin the mood. “A public wedding? I don’t want to, please don’t make me,” She said turning back to face me, I sighed and slowly got up to my feet. “I know you’re looking forward to the fourteenth day, but Jackie please, I can assure you, we’ll get a divorce as initially agreed,” “Don’t deceive me Jonathan, I might be helpless but I’m not a child! We have just seven days left for this contract to end, and we’re supposed to have an elaborate wedding and still

He finished writing and slid the paper across the desk to me. “You present it like this,” he said. “A marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Duration. A clear beginning and a clear end. You make it a deal. You make it about the company. You make it about winning. That’s the only language she’ll understand right now. That’s the only way she’ll ever agree.” I looked down at the paper. At the top he’d written: CONTRACT OF CONVENIENCE. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Idea of staying married doesn’t seem bad anymore. ….. I and Lena sit on the bed staring at the marriage contract in front of us. Jake is standing next to the bed, tapping his foot. Yes, I asked them to fly here to provide me with moral support. I couldn’t read it alone. “So the gist of the contract is…” Lena says, “You cannot marry anyone else unless he permits you.” “Which is obvious,” I state. “But at least he didn’t outright deny you… It’s good, just in case you fall in love with someone else and want to start a family.” Jake reasons.

My brows furrowed as I croaked my neck to the side staring at what was written on the paper as my eyes widen when I was finally able to read it. MARRIAGE CONTRACT Signed by the legal court of the St. Alamida Hell no!

This might ruin his reputation to the public if they will know about this also this is just a contract marriage, no need to say it in public. Third, we will live in the same roof but not in the same room. I almost got choke by my own saliva when I read the number 3. I really thought we're living in the same roof and the same room. Fourth, we will act like a real couple infront of my family. I sighed as I continue reading his conditions. Fifth, if I need to kiss you, you should let me. It is if only need. My forehead furrowed on number five. Oh well, maybe this won't happen. Maybe his family will not gonna force us to kiss infront of them.