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as he likes to call them as a wife is not allowed” “that’s absurd….what if you’re in love with her? I ask “I don’t fall in love miss evans” he answers his tone sharp I nod “so I marry you for one year…and in exchange you’ll help pay for my sisters treatment? “yes” he nods “okay I take a deep breath “what is expected of me if i’m to marry you” I ask wanting to know what i’m getting myself into “you’ll live with me in my house for the duration of the marriage…we’ll try to show up as a loving couple to the public…you’ll meet my family, the rest of the stipulations will be stated in a contract you’ll sign before the day of the wedding” he explains

“Sign the contract and our marriage application because Aries will return to get it and process it. Let’s talk about our grand wedding when I get you pregnant.” My eyes widened at what he said. When I agreed to the wedding, I didn’t expect a grand celebration; I knew that we would only end up having sex. But I still can’t stop thinking about that word as I sign the papers. Wedding. It was supposed to be for someone who loves each other, but why am I facing this with someone who is not even my type? Well, I fantasize about his body, but that’s all.

I shook my head hastily and fearfully. He raised the document, “Have you taken time to peruse through the rules and obligation in this contract marriage? “You must give me a grandchild. Didn’t you read the contract marriage agreement?” he asked yet further. I shook my head, “Yes, no, yes, yes sir,” I was confused, my breathing became a war. Tension and uncertainty had taken over me. “You must get pregnant for Brian and give him a child before the end of this contract marriage else you stand to refund the half a million dollars with interest. Am I understood?”

Under it, some wordings caught my attention as I read through, and my eyes paused on a particular wording: The marriage contract will expire in a year. "Wait, the contract is expiring a year after?" I uttered. "Yes. Were you expecting a permanent contract marriage? I hope you realize this isn't a real marriage. You are, in no part, my wife. This is just a beneficial arrangement between the two of us, no love base, so it shall expire one year after signed. During this period, I shall help you with whatever you need while you help me with whatever I need," he said. He was right; I guess I was forgetting the fact that it wasn't an official marriage. Was I even thinking of living with him foreve

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

"What exactly do you want me to do? Magically produce the papers? Goddammit. Tomorrow, we will go to the court, get married, and then sign the contract papers too." "Get married??" She stilled, confusion written all over her delicate features. "I thought it was a..." "Fake marriage?" I hissed. "You are wrong, sweetheart. We will get married legally, and after that, it will be up to us to add the terms of our marriage." "But... the contract marriage, doesn't it cover all?" Of course she didn't think of that aspect. "We can't hand that contract to your parents as proof of our marriage or to anyone who might doubt or request it."

Rolling my eyes, I brought out a stack of papers and handed it to him, “This is a contract stating that our marriage will only last for two years. I don’t want a loud wedding; we can go and register our marriage at the town hall. Although we will be staying together, this marriage is only on paper and I understand that you may have needs, you can get that from whomever you want but it shouldn’t make headlines. And most importantly, no kids. Let me know what you’d like me to add.” I said, stealing a

He picked up a black leather folder before returning to Hellena and handing it to her without ceremony. “Read it.” Hellena accepted the folder with trembling fingers. The moment she opened it, her eyes quickly scanned the official document titled: Contract Marriage Agreement. The terms were written with rigid precision: • The marriage will last for one year only. • No physical contact of any kind is permitted. • Emotional attachment or personal feelings are strictly prohibited. • Neither party may interfere in the other's private affairs. • The marriage must remain completely confidential from the public and workplace. • Both parties will live under the same roof but occupy separate bedrooms

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.