Parcel Pernikahan Novels & Stories

Her father, as well as the person who acted as the marriage guardian on this happiest day. "I marry and give in marriage, ananda Mahardika Wijaya bin Frans Adi Wijaya with my daughter, Eka Maheswari Saputra binti Tegus Saputra, with a cash dowry of 10 million, five grams of gold, as well as one unit of house and a set of prayer tools, paid in cash!" "I accept the marriage and marriage of Eka Maheswari Saputra with the aforementioned dowry paid in cash!" said Mahardika with one breath.

Heart exclaimed, “do you want to have an heir or something? If yes then it's a big no! I don't want to drag an innocent life into this mess and I want to raise my kid. Having kids at this type of marriage is not good.” “Heir? No. You don't have to worry about that,” Percival defended, “but bedroom activities still stand.” “What the fuck?! If you don't need an heir then why are you pushing this nonsense?!” “Because we are married, and a married couple does that,” Percival said as he shrugged and took a sip from his glass, staring at his wife. “Yes! But sex is an action to express your love for your partner, you heard me?! L.O.V.E. LOVE!”

She made a separate one with Jessica? No! I need to be sure. I scanned through the pages. Paragraphs blurred in and out as I tried to catch my breath, but my eyes locked on the key lines: “Party B (Ava Collins) agrees to remain legally married to Nathaniel Hargrave for a maximum period of 3 years…” “Party B will receive a monthly sum of $150,000 for the duration of this contract. Party B is entitled to an apartment under her name in Paris and additional assets - a car and additional ones as agreed.

A comfortable home, and skilled medical personnel. He looked me straight in the eye and continued, "As stated in the contract, our marriage will last six months from the wedding date. You'll receive a total payment of $5 million, paid in two installments: $2.5 million before sunset today, and the remaining $2.5 million upon completion of the contract.” He paused, his expression unyielding. “You'll need to quit your jobs, Alessia. Being a waitress and club worker isn't suitable for my wife, even if it’s just on paper.”

I ask her in amazement, because I thought what she had there were cooking recipes, or something else. "Yes, writing" she says looking at my eyes with that tender and beautiful light that shines in her hazelnuts. “And what is that story going to be called, my love?” I question her while he kisses her forehead tenderly. " MARRIAGE CONTRACT WITH A PARALYTIC " she answers, so I smile, because that's how we started. END.

Lady Beatrice arrived five minutes later. No one offered coffee. Lena began anyway. “For the wedding to proceed on schedule, we need immediate decisions in four categories: venue flow, press boundaries, family processional, and security clearance. Your current plan has too many approval points, which means delays are inevitable.” Alexander watched her from the head of the table. “Explain.” She did. Clearly. Efficiently. Without apology.

I did not realize when I read the entire message. --- Jackie, I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you probably rolled your eyes the second you saw my name in your inbox. But please, just read this to the end. That’s all I’m asking. Tomorrow, our marriage contract ends. Just fourteen days, that’s all it was supposed to be. But somehow, somewhere along the way, you became the one thing I can’t imagine my life without. You became my home.

"So, he left you on a date all by yourself, or..." "Just taking myself out that's all. Oh, my food is arriving." Jeremy smiled sensing the excitement in her voice. They dropped her order and beverage with a chopstick in hand wrapped in a tissue. "Thank you." "So, I don't mean to pry, but how long have you been married?" Alexa looked at him. "You're prying, so I want to make things clear to you. I'm married for more than eight years, and I've got three kids. I'm not available."

He answered, settling at one end of the table. He forwarded the document to me and I quickly scanned through it. “Aha!” I exclaimed, catching sight of the clause I wanted. “Here…” I said, pointing at it. Gavin read out loud; “Acting wife receives a sum total of a billion and three hundred thousand dollars at the end of marriage tenure. Three hundred thousand dollars being incurred expenses for hospital bills.” “I want to receive half of my payment today being our wedding day, and the other half on our divorce day. It’s more poetic that way, don’t you think?”

"That's it! A betrothal gift of two million dollars! Send it to my bank account!" "Mom, I'm still in school. How can you ask me to get married?" Larissa Solace's voice was filled with incredulity. Penelope Hayes rolled her eyes. "Let's set it in advance first. You'll only claim the certificate two years later. If you get married at a young age, we can still get two million dollars. That's equivalent to a house!"