Novel & Cerita Pregnancy Contract Manga

Renard laughed, "I see why you're reacting like this, you pretender. I know she's pregnant and I also know that you're responsible for it. You don't have to know how I found out, I'm ready to keep it a secret with y'all. I just thought you might want an opportunity to see your baby's mother considering her situation with Anderson." "What?" James' brows furrowed. Renard laughed again. "I just want to know one thing though, how long will this contract marriage thing with Anderson and Katherine last?" "Contract Marriage? Pregnant? What the hell are you talking about?" "Hold on, you didn't know?" The smile wiped off Renard's face. Accessing James's expression, Renard realized he wasn't bluffing.

Throughout the ride, Ava spent it crying, which Erickson didn't understand. She didn't cry out in a disturbing way. She just cried silently. Had he hurt her in any way? For God's sake, even if it was a contract marriage, he married her legally, and per agreement, they could have sexual interactions to have a baby. He didn't understand why she was a handful of emotions. One minute she was smiling, the next minute she was sad, the next minute she was crying. It was obvious she was clearly messing with him.

he said after a moment. “Okay?” I repeated, ignoring my racing heart. Even though I was clueless about the whole thing, I was expecting a more tangible response from him. I mean, it takes two silly adults to get involved in everything we’d done. Nothing prepared me for the ache that started to build in my temple at the thought of a baby already forming inside me, and having to get rid of it. Four days was too early for anything serious to happen, right? Matt took slow steps away from the window and came to a halt before me. “You cannot get pregnant. It’s clear in the contract.” His voice was low as he stared at me intently.

she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. I reached out, grasping her hand supportively. "He might sue me, Sarah… That’s the most frightening thing of all. It’s ironic that out of everyone I could tell this to—it's you." I could see the pain in her eyes. "Since you already have an idea about me, I’ll tell you not to ruin Bronn's image for you… our contract explicitly stated that I couldn't get pregnant. That was the life I agreed to back then, and I'm still bound by it now."

he greeted me and passed a file to me, telling me to read it carefully and ask him if I didn't understand it I nodded and collected it from him, the contract stated everything he had told me yesterday, except from where it stated if I refused to leave after i give birth i would be taken to court and also there should be no contact between us anymore after the contract, and also I wasn't forced to sign the contract. After reading it properly i signed it and that was it, there was no going back anymore within a few days i would be pregnant. I handed the file back to him and he took it

“What? Does this mean the wedding’s off?” Mia, with her seven or eight-month pregnant belly, looked tearfully at me. “Miss Moore, you have everything. Please, just let me have James. We’re having a baby together…” She pushed her stomach forward, emphasizing the already obvious bulge. I turned to James with a smile. The color had drained from his face. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Gotcha! The contract was officially activated. A child was the ultimate evidence! Back when we drafted the agreement, James, Joe, and I were present.

he said “Which is?” I inquired, hoping it wouldn't be an enigmatic demand. “You will have to sign a contract, a marriage contract for one year.” He stated, adjusting in his seat. “What? A contract?” I asked, surprised at his sudden request. “Yes, Maya, you will stay here and give birth. Everything you need all through the pregnancy stages will be provided, and my doctors will make sure you deliver the baby safely. You will nurture the baby for one year and pretend to be my Luna all through the period. After one year, you will move far away from here after I pay you a reasonable amount that will be enough to make you rich and live comfortably for the rest of your life.” He stated clutching h

“I wasn’t trying to trespass. I was walking.” He didn’t answer. I didn’t flinch under his stare. Not this time. Instead, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded paper I’d been carrying all day like armor. “I drew up a contract,” I said, calm but firm. That stopped him cold. His brow ticked as he took it, eyes skimming over the lines. His silence stretched the longer he read. No surveillance. No unnecessary emotions. No touching. Full medical independence. Sole autonomy over all decisions regarding the pregnancy.

And when I opened my mouth to say anything, he slammed his hand on the table again. "Shut up your mouth while I am talking!" he yelled angrily, his voice echoing in the room. I didn't say anything. I just kept quiet and was looking at my lap because I did not want him to see that I wanted to cry. I know that this was a contract marriage. I was the one who messed up and got pregnant, even though I was taking my medication. I don't know how I got pregnant. "It is stated very clearly in the contract that if you get pregnant, you get rid of it. So why are you asking me that question over and over again?" he asked, his brows furrowing in irritation.

Even knowing I’m already pregnant, there’s something primal about feeling him come inside me. We collapse together on the bed and he carefully arranges us so we’re on our sides with him still inside me. “We should discuss the implications of the pregnancy confirmation,” he says against my neck. “What implications?” “Your contract is now fulfilled. You will receive the twelve million credits. You are free to leave the program whenever you choose.” My stomach drops. I hadn’t thought about that. About the fact that getting pregnant meant I could leave. “What if I don’t want to leave yet?”