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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..."

she said with so much excitement. Even if I tell her no, she will still show me either way, "What do you want to show me?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her, "Look at this, don't they look great together?" My heart sank when I saw the picture. He looked so happy with her. "They are so perfect for each other. Too bad he's already married. They look good together." I forced a smile, "You think?" I cleared my throat, "Well, the guy is already married. I think he moved on."

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

"I'll tell you when I'm afraid instead of carrying it alone. I'll let you see every part of me, the parts I'm proud of and the parts I'm still working through, without hiding behind old shame or old silence. And I'll keep choosing you, Jonathan, on the ordinary days that don't feel like they need choosing at all, because I think that's where a real marriage actually lives, in the boring Tuesdays as much as the trials and courtrooms." Jonathan pulled me close, and we stood there together in the quiet garden, candlelight flickering softly around us, the city humming faintly somewhere beyond the walls, and I felt, for the first time since that cold, silent car ride a year ago, that I had finall

Andien had many plans to get back at Kenan and she had to do it carefully and not in a hurry, especially after Andien knew that Mark was now on Alinda's side. A week after Andien's arrival in Jakarta, Andien and her lawyer went to the religious court. The intention was clear: to file for divorce, but Andien was surprised that her marriage had not been registered with the religious court. "How can it not be registered when I have this marriage book?" asked Andien, brandishing the marriage book she had received from Mark. "May I see it?" the officer asked with a furrowed brow. Andien handed over her marriage book and the officer looked at the data again. Andien waited in silence for a long tim

He handed it to me and flopped onto the couch like he had no care in the world. I opened the envelope and scanned the front page. MARRIAGE CONTRACT. I looked up at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” His face was unreadable. “In there are the terms. My expectations. The dos and don’ts. Rules of this marriage.” The words stung more than I thought they would. “This was supposed to be simple,” I whispered. “Fake, yeah, but simple.” Jason’s eyes met mine. “It is simple. Just business, Nelly. That’s all.”

"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***

Aside from the day he woke up next to Julia knowing something went on between them, he had not as much as touched her again. "She can't possibly get pregnant just that one time they got together. Plus, that is not why she became his wife. They woke up married," Jason thought. "Ah! Contracted marriage," Mrs Haward asked, flipping the magazine to another page. "No Mum, why would you think that?" Jason said, descending the staircase back to the living room. "Son, the two of you have no chemistry. It simply means you didn't marry out of love. You two are total strangers. So, tell me, why did you marry someone you don't love?" Mrs Haward asked, putting the magazine down and sitting up on the sofa

But this man chose her instead. Supposedly, Luliyah felt she was the luckiest woman in the world because she was the one that this extraordinary man chose. Unfortunately, she doesn't love him. ...... The marriage registration process happened very quickly. Luliyah held her marriage book in disbelief. She was pensive while holding the book, her eyes seemed unfocused. She opened the book and saw that her and Kelvin's photos was decorated on it. Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.