Pernikahan Kontrak Novels & Stories

she asked. "I want you to negotiate a contract marriage between our client, Ethan, and a suitable candidate who can bear him a child within the next six months. The contract will last for five years, during which time the couple will live together, have a child, and then go their separate ways. Ethan will pay the candidate a handsome sum of money for her services, and in return, he'll get to keep his fortune." Emily was taken aback by the proposal. She had never heard of such a thing before.

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

I failed to recognize such because I was overwhelmed by his sudden disturbance and the mention of marriage. “Sit.” My brows furrowed. Why does he order me around like I am a dog? I snorted and took a seat on the couch. He dragged the envelope nearer in my direction before crossing his arms over his chest. “This is a contract about our marriage. Read it.” I don’t have a choice but to do it so I read the entire contract. It was a normal marriage contract aside from its expiration. In two to three years, the contract will expire as well as our bond as a husband and wife will be nullified as what the contract implies.

"I had my lawyers prepare this" He handed it to me, and I opened it carefully. CONTRACT MARRIAGE AGREEMENT. My pulse skipped as I slowly skimmed through the pages. "Wait.... I frowned. "There are actual rules?" Kieran folded his arms. "Naturally". So I kept on reading. Rule One: No involvement with other men during the duration of the contract marriage. Rule Two: Attend official functions beside husband. Rule Three: Maintain public image of loving marriage. Rule Four:

This is wrong. " No... " my voice stutttered as I was intimidated by him. " That's a contract marriage.... the marriage will be liable for just one year, after that this contract will become null and void!!! " His face was stern as he continued oozing out hot magma from his mouth. "But why do you want to marry me?? " " None of your concern.... And yes... you only have a day to think about it, it's not that you have a choice, but still... thats your liberty!!! and yeah,during the contract you are not allowed to date anyone!! ".

It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside. “It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…” “…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I force a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

"Anyways, as I was saying, you'll be my wife for the next 6 full months. The 1st half of the 3 million will be deposited into your account the day of our wedding night and the other half when the contract has expired. Also you must make sure you don't get pregnant whilst the contract is on going. So the contract is in your hands, to agree or not to agree." With what I told her the look on her face was indecipherable. I could not tell weather she was in it or out. But she better agree because the earlier we do this, the we earlier we get this over with. I never thought I will ever think about getting married or even think in those lines worse the type of marriage I want to involve myself in n

All three people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. As she was leaving, Valentina vaguely heard the photographer’s complaint: “I had never seen such a strange young couple.” They’re a match made in heaven, but they don’t know how to laugh. Valentina sighed and denied it, not that she didn’t know how to laugh; she didn’t want to. Is there anything to be proud of in a marriage linked by a paper contract? Getting married is as simple as it costs nine dollars. It drizzled in the sky. Neither brought an umbrella.

"Commitments are short lived. Sure, people mean it when they confess love and devotion, but time erodes all the good stuff and leaves the bad. Do you personally know anyone who is happily married?" She parted her lips, then lapsed into silence. "Besides my parents? I guess not. But that doesn't mean there aren't any happy couples." "Maybe." his tone contradicted his partial agreement. "I guess there are alot of issues we don't agree on," she said, and shifted in her seat then crossed her legs. "We will need some time together to see if this will work." "We have no time, the wedding has to take place by the end of next week. It doesn't matter if we get along. This is strictly a business arran

"Without a word. Without an explanation. Do you have any idea what that did to me? To us?" Her eyes didn't budge. "There was no 'us,' Kai. There never was." The words hit me like a perfectly placed slap, but I wasn't backing down. "You expect me to believe that? After everything we shared, everything we- "Don't romanticize it," she cut in, her razor-sharp voice slicing into my thoughts. "Our marriage was a contract. Nothing more." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, and I straightened in my chair. "A contract?"