Pregnancy Contract Novels & Stories

Horror washed through her. "You're going to work me until I miscarry." "I'm going to work with you according to our contract. If your body can't handle it..." He shrugged. "That's not my fault. That's biology." "You son of a bitch." "I'm a businessman protecting my investment." Dante returned to his desk. "You signed a contract promising five years of uncompromised service. You don't get to renegotiate because you're pregnant. You don't get special treatment because you're carrying another man's children. You work, or your family suffers. Those were the terms."

"No. I can't. I only agreed to this deal because I wanted a Father for my Daughter. And that for just two years. I want nothing more Please, sir. Don't forget that this is a contract marriage and not a love marriage" "Ok, Miss Richard. I understand how you feel. Let's get back to our initial agreement. But Please, can we adjust the sex part?" I saw her big eyes shooting out glaring at me. If looks can kill. I will be gone by now. I knew she was not in agreement with me. So I quickly devised another option. "Ok. Let's say we can have sex only when you consent to it. What about that? I waited for her to respond to my suggestion.

Claire signed the contract without rereading it. “Happy now?” And handed him the contract. He took it. “The contract changed, by the way,” Vladimir said. “I don’t care.” “ You have to live with me for 365 days, Claire.” “I don’t ---what?” “Come with me now. The contract also states that you don’t need to work while you are pregnant. Also, I will give you compensation as the mother of my son.” Vladimir gently grab her hand walked towards the exit. “And, ”They stopped from walking.

How else did that bloody bastard know about him and Dennis relationship if she didn't tell him. "What are you talking about? What gossip?" "Oh! Cut the pretence woman. I know your kind. Remember this..." He gestured between them " ...Is just a contract." Her jaw ticked with annoyance and anger. So he thought of her as a gossip, she didn't need to be reminded she made the most stupid mistake of her life by agreeing to the contract. "Stay away from me and my kid." She spoke with so much anger. "Just like you said this is just a contract, I don't want you anywhere near my kid." She spat with fury and marched to her room.

“If you agree to this, I’ll pay your brother’s medical bills and pay you five hundred thousand dollars.” I froze, my fist clenching as the urge to punch his pretty face took over. I but down hard on my tongue as reason came forth, I couldn't add a lawsuit to my problems. “And you can forget about the lawsuit on your father,” he added as he handed a paper over to me. It was a contract. You mustn’t tell anyone about this agreement You can’t leave the place where I’ll provide for you during the period of pregnancy After nine months you have no right to claim the baby or whatsoever

"I'm not finished." "I said get out." He didn't move. Instead, he reached into his jacket again. This time, he pulled out a folded document — thick, legal, stamped with his company's gold seal. "This is a contract," he said. "It says you'll move into my penthouse for the duration of your pregnancy. You'll submit to medical care by my doctors. You'll carry the child to term. And the moment the baby is born, you'll sign over all parental rights in exchange for ten million dollars."

And I am instantly and unexpectedly blindsided by mine as Nick gets down to the dirty deets on his terms and conditions. Ones I have not thought of previously… But should have. Nick informs me, “I’ve hired a concierge healthcare team that will provide all of your medical and dental needs, effective as soon as you sign on the dotted line, throughout your pregnancy, and for twelve full months after you’ve given birth.” Grayson serves us the lobster bisque, then also delivers to me a slim, black leather portfolio that apparently contains the contract for this business transaction. I’m slightly embarrassed we’re having this conversation in front of him.

“Having another sibling would be fun, don’t you think? You don’t want that feeling again?” I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead. “Dad, Mom, this is serious. Sign it now.” They exchanged whispers and giggles before finally signing. We rotated the papers until each of us had a fully signed copy. Jason nudged me. “I’m trusting you with this mission. The moment they start acting all lovey-dovey around the house, remind them this contract exists immediately.” Dad shook the paper. “This agreement says nothing about me not touching my wife. It only says no pregnancy. Don’t start adding extra rules now.”

Soon, I reach another shocking clause toward the end of the document. “If required, you must get pregnant. But it is not compulsory; it is only required when needed. And once you get pregnant, the contract will automatically be extended to two years.” Immediately, I freeze. I panic and read the clause over and over for better understanding. My eyes widen. Slowly, I lower the document and refuse to sign. “No… no… I can’t agree to this,” I say calmly. He looks up slowly, meeting my gaze. The tension inside the office becomes more dangerous than ever.

“Of course.” Satisfied, I motioned to the documents in her small hands. “The rest of the requirements and rules you must follow are in there. Carefully go over it in your spare time.” I pushed another set of documents across the shiny table towards her again. “That is the legal contract. Your compensation will be spread evenly through the pregnancy, and your first payment will come after IVF. I will send my lawyer to go over the contract with you. Immediately you sign it, we commence the process immediately.”