Romans & histoires Pernikahan Kontrak

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

He placed it gently on the small table between them. “Contract marriage. One year. You must pregnant. After that, we divorce. No inheritance rights, no obligations. And in return, your father’s debt is written off.” Bella froze. Unbelieving. Her eyes fixed on the file on the table. “Why me, Sir? I’m ... i'm a nobody…”

Christ, what have I gotten myself into? “Rule one: We're not in love. This is a contracted marriage. There will be no love, no jealousy, no possessiveness, no asking about the other's whereabouts. All you have to do is play the role of a perfect wife, give birth, and leave with your body still intact.” He explained, and I swallowed, listening attentively. “Rule 2: never tell anyone about the contract. We're married, that's all anyone needs to know. Just those two rules. Do you understand?” He asked, and I nodded quickly, earning a satisfied smirk from him. “You can leave.”

“Here is the contract, go through it and sign it. I already booked a slot for us with the registrar and he is waiting for us.” I opened the file and read through the two-page document. I read out the seven rules. “You must not be involved with any man till the end of the contract. No one must know it's a contract marriage. There will be no intimacy between us. You will not meddle in my personal affairs. You must be ready to follow me whenever I ask you to. There will be no divorce until the end of the 2-year contract. You will receive 2 million dollars after the marriage certificate has been issued, 3 million dollars after a year, and receive the balance of 5 million dollars at the end of ou

“Two years. After that, we go our separate ways. My parents will get off my neck about the whole marriage stuff and settling down. You get time to do what you want and we live our lives.” I looked down at my fingers. “So this is like... a contract?” He nodded. “Yes, that’s what I want. I think a marriage contract will be perfect for this sudden marriage, a two year contract , there won't be any pressure and stress.” I looked up. “Okay. What are the rules? What do you want from me?”

“Who says it isn’t? Aside from not having a wedding ceremony or wearing rings, what part of it isn’t real?” “The contract we signed is proof that it isn't!” I shot back. “So what? We still have a wedding certificate, don't we? That evens it out.” He tilted his head, unconcerned. Annoyed, I yanked my hand from his grip—only for him to catch it again and pull me closer. “Valeria,” he said, voice lower. “A contract is signed at the mutual consent of two people. Likewise, it can be nullified the same way.”

"These are the terms and conditions of our agreement." Back in the solitude of my home, I sank onto the couch and unfolded the contract. The legal jargon sprawled across the pages, outlining a rigid framework: 1. **Duration**: The marriage would endure for one year from the date of signing. 2. **Residency**: I was required to reside exclusively with Zack at his designated home for the entire duration of the marriage. 3. **Public Appearance**: Zack and I must appear together publicly at least once a month, maintaining the facade of a committed couple.

They both came up with an agreement: they'd pretend to be in love in front of others while being free to secretly be with other people intimately. The contract was for 3 years, and it stated: 1. No intimacy except with others. 2. Confidentiality. 3. They must move in together when married. 4. They must act in love when they are with his parents. When Celine went through the contract, she was satisfied with it, and both of them signed it. Christopher drove them both to the courthouse, as he had a judge waiting for them. The marriage process did not take long; they became legally married that same morning.