Pregnancy Contract Novels & Stories

I say, nervously biting my lips. “A contract marriage?” He says, I nod, “yes, a contract marriage between the two of us”. He smiles, “I understand what you’re trying to say, but why do you think I need to get into a contract marriage and if I did, why will it be with you?” He asks.

Chapter 6:The baby contract BELLA’s POV My heart sank as I recognized the contract in his hands. “You were actually serious about this thing?” “Do I look like The Joker?” He asked back.”This is called The Baby Contract.Read through and sign in the appropriate places. You can read right?” I sat down uncomfortably on the couch, my skimpy rumpled nightgown clinging to me. He looked at me like he could see my panties. Wait could he? I quickly clamped my legs together and placed a pillow over my thick thighs he had been seeing for free.

Damn it. "You're not being an ass," I said, sitting back down. "You're being practical. And maybe you're right. Maybe living here makes sense. But—" "But?" "Can we make it a contract? Legal terms. So I don't feel like I'm taking advantage of you." His lips twitched. "You think you're taking advantage of me?" "You know what I mean." "Okay." He pulled out his phone. "I'll have my lawyer draft something. Residence agreement. You live here rent-free for the duration of your pregnancy and the first six months after the baby is born. At which point we reassess. Sound fair?"

"Mrs. Marc, the ceremony was arranged with today's signing in mind. Surely…." "Mr. Marchetti." She turned to him and something shifted,warmth, genuine and precise, deployed like a tool she kept sharp. "I have enormous respect for what this partnership represents. Which is exactly why I want the terms to reflect the actual value both companies bring." A pause. A smile that did things to the room it had no business doing. "A contract signed carefully is worth more than one signed quickly. I'm certain you'd agree." Marchetti nodded before she finished the sentence.

"But make it clear to him that you're mine for the next year. Whatever relationship you have with him ends today." "The contract didn't say-" "The contract says you abstain from sexual relations with anyone but me during conception attempts and pregnancy. Page seven. You signed it without reading, didn't you?" Lucia's stomach dropped. "You bastard." "One hour, Lucia. Don't waste it arguing with me. Santiago would be driving you both back."

His eyes move to the baby's crib then to me. “We signed a contract before we got married which you are aware of.” My body becomes alert. “The contract states that we are to be married as long as I deem fit and I can get a divorce when the baby is born, and when I feel like she is old enough to survive without you”. My heart rate picks up, he is not going to tell me to leave my baby this early is he?.

She sat down slowly, eyes flicking to the sleek contract. “Tell me everything,” she said. “All of it. No games.” Dominic’s lips lifted faintly. He approached with the kind of ease that made her stomach twist — too smooth, too used to getting his way. “The contract is standard surrogacy protocol with… specialized clauses,” he began, sliding into the leather chair across from her. “You will undergo embryo transfer. No intercourse with any partners from the time of implantation until post-delivery. No alcohol. No travel without approval. Full monitoring by my medical team.”

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

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…”

“I will give you $200. Once you are pregnant you can’t remain here. The environment is not conducive for a pregnant woman.” “I understand. I will be sending mom money so she can take care of my son and herself.” “Ok. You can read through the entire contract. You won’t be meeting my husband till at a later stage of the pregnancy but that is a given if.” “I understand.” “I have mentioned everything in the contract but once you sign, I will have full control of you during the pregnancy. This will include what you eat, the kind of exercises you do, the medication you take and other things. And once you give birth, I take the baby and our contract ends. I also brought a non disclosure agreement t