Perjanjian Cinta Novels & Stories

She half hoped he would kiss her to at least make today better and actually feel like a wedding. Till death do them part. She shook her head as her heart clenched in pain. "I'm sorry to say this, but I don't do kisses"

I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, "a thousand times yes." He slipped the ring on my finger, and as we embraced under the city lights, it dawned on me. Our love story, though born out of chaos, had defied expectations and blossomed into something real, profound, and undeniably beautiful. The contract might have been the spark, but it was the love we found along the way that truly set us free.

I was so captivated by his words, and I must admit, my clit was tingling with excitement because of them. Slowly, I raised my hand and caressed his cheek. "I love you so much, my wife," he said sincerely before holding my hand on his cheek and pressing it against his face as he closed his eyes. "I really, really love you so much, Mrs. Sarina Marcelo Lardizabal. And I want you to be mine alone, no matter what happens, even after our contract ends; I will never allow you to leave me," he said, opening his eyes.

I could see the way her resolve wavered in that moment, and it only fueled my desire to push further. I took a step closer, closing the distance between us until her back pressed up against the car. Her lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. Her usual tough demeanor was cracking, and I couldn’t help but revel in it. "I’ll make you a deal," I said softly, leaning in just enough that she could feel the heat of my words against her skin. "Look me in the eyes. If I see nothing, I’ll walk away and leave you alone. But if you can’t do it—well, we both know what that means."

But here she is, making fucking eye contact. “Okay. Here are the rules”Vincenzo said and slide a paper towards her. She reach for it and grab it. She read it through, nodding her head in agreement. Her gaze landed on one of the rules, and she glanced up at him. “This is a contract marriage, not a real marriage privacy is crucial”She stated “Marriage is marriage. It doesn’t matter if it’s contracted or not”He replied. “Intimacy three times a week? I think twice a week is preferable.”Camilla mumbled. She bite on her nails, taking her gaze to the floor.

“And you fucking need to stop playing your dirty tricks on me because they will never work! I’m not pretending. You do exist, Lycena. And this is what you wanted, right? Marriage. Title. Position. You have it now, so don't pretend that you don't know how much I love Jocelyn and you're just my Luna on paper.” Her face darkens. “You have me. I should be the only woman you think about. The only woman you see in your dreams. Why don't you want to love me? Why can’t you touch me?” I grit my teeth. “Are you really asking me that dumb question? We made an agreement! An agreement that you signed! It clearly stated no physical contact. No kisses. No sex. And you agreed to that.” “Yes I agreed to it!”

“I was upset.” Damien let out a quiet laugh, but it was humorless. “If this marriage is going to function, Cara, I expect two things, just two things, honesty and fidelity. That’s not too much to ask.” His words settled in the room like stone. I clenched my jaw, feeling both guilty and offended. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t know what he was asking of me. “I understand,” I finally said, my voice softer. “Good.” He picked up his watch from the counter and adjusted it on his wrist, already moving away from the table. “Because whatever this is, our arrangement, it only works if we respect those boundaries.”

Surrounded by close friends and family, Sandra and Daniel exchanged vows that transcended mere words, each promise echoing with the resonance of shared dreams and unwavering support. As they stood together, hand in hand, the promises they made were more than ceremonial; they were the foundation of a life they were eager to build together. Love, threaded through each spoken commitment, formed the cornerstone of their union, a beacon that would guide them through the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. The intimate ceremony became a tapestry woven with the threads of hope, resilience, and the promise of a shared future.

Caelen added the second page, then the third, until all evidence of our contractual beginning was turning to ash. "That's our past," I said, watching the last page blacken and disintegrate. "The contract that brought us together but doesn't define us anymore." "And this…" Caelen held up his right hand, the new ring catching firelight. "...this is our future. Chosen freely. Built on love instead of necessity." We made love slowly that night, in front of the dying fire, with no child to interrupt or medical trauma to process or contractual obligations hanging over us. Just two people who had chosen each other, repeatedly and intentionally, despite every reason not to.

Daniella’s POV It was a ring, a shiny diamond ring. I felt my world crumble all over again, my heart raced and many thoughts clouded my mind. I pulled him out of the building in a hurry till we got to a secluded place. “What the fuck is this? Haven’t you done enough? Why won’t you just let me be?” I asked all at once with utter disgust. “I still love you, I still want you. Jenny doesn’t mind, we can be together” he said, caressing my cheeks.