Pernikahan Kontrak Novels & Stories

Sebastian said. "I do not understand," said Charlotte. "It's simple. We get married just to get our families off our backs and we'll go our separate ways after a year. That way, we won't be breaching the term of the contract," Sebastian explained. Charlotte could see what Sebastian was driving at. If they got married, then they would fulfill the terms of the contract. The contract didn't say that they would have to be together for life. It only said that they had to get married to each other.

He wanted a share of his father’s property, both my family and his had a leverage on both of us, we can’t really get out of this one. It’s either we get married or we face the consequence. The room went silent as a new document was immediately drawn, I’ve never seen an original document be made as fast as that. Nathan was made to sign first and I was handed the document to sign next. Reluctantly, I signed. I sighed as I watched the parents from both families congratulate themselves happily and my stomach immediately ached, I wanted to puke. I silently prayed that this was a nightmare and I’d soon wake up but when I pinched myself, I felt the pain.

Party A, Kenny Greenland, will legally marry Party B's, Sylvester Harmony's, biological female grandchild until the day both parties agree to a divorce. 2. The bride Party B provides must be polite, intelligent, brave, and quiet according to Party A's requirements (this can be changed at any time). 3. The wedding must take place, at most, one month after the signing of this contract. 4. Both parties are aware that if either party does not comply with the terms of the contract, or to conspire against the contract in any way, that party must pay a compensation of 1.6 billion dollars or/and control of the businesses under their name.

“That was… a lot. We don’t even know each other well enough.” “Things like that are insignificant in a contract marriage so worry about that later or rather, don’t think about it at all. Are you in or not?” “Alright then. I’m in.” “Ok. We can sign and submit the documents by the end of the week. No need for rings or a wedding.” “What’s the rush?” “I’m just trying to get this over and done with. There’s no point in dragging this out; having it on paper is more than enough. I’ll have a lawyer draw everything up.”

I asked her “No I’m not sir, can I leave now?” she asked me, looking frustrated. “ you can leave,” I said and watched as she left my office. I'll marry her, I have to even if I have to kidnap her mother. I'll do that. I called my lawyer to draft a marriage contract based on my terms and have it delivered tomorrow. I don't have time, Tom would be getting married in less than a week and I have to get married before him.

I looked up into his eyes again. "yes, marriage contract, that's what happens when you get your nose into people's business" he said standing from his chair, I looked down to see his signature was already there, I looked to the name in the opposite of his name to find it was mine, the only difference is, there was no signature below it.

“Sure, let's get down to business. But just to be clear, this contract isn't legally binding, right? I mean, we're not actually getting married.” “Correct. It's more of a symbolic gesture, a formal agreement between two parties with common interests.” “Got it. So, what are the terms? How long do I have to play the role of the dutiful wife?” “We'll start with a one-year contract, with the option to renew or terminate at the end of the term. During that time, you'll maintain the appearance of a devoted spouse while enjoying the benefits of financial stability.” “And what happens if one of us decides to bail before the contract expires?”

Contract Marriage My head moved when I heard Stefano's voice, so my attention went to him. "Sign that contract. I will help you hide and escape from your family but in exchange for that, I want you to marry me tomorrow because my parents have been pestering me to get married for a long time now. I'm getting irritated because they keep repeating themselves. Our marriage will only last for three years so you can save up and be able to support yourself on your own without your family when you already escape from them. I just want to remind you again that you are heavily guarded by your mother's men, so if you don't want to get shot and put your life at risk, you'll sign that contract. All the t

He pushed a pen toward me. I took the file and sat down. But just then, his phone began to ring and he glanced at me once more and said, “Excuse me.” he stood up and walked into a smaller room off the study and closed the door behind him. He looked tense, like something urgent had come up. Left alone, I opened the contract. It was written in simple language. I read slowly, my heart pounding. The main parts said: The marriage is a legal, public marriage for two years.

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish