Roman Reigns Contract Novels & Stories

Must occur in presence of Marcus Reed to ensure efficacy. I remembered the look in Roman’s eyes that day at the driveway. The ice. The sneer. It wasn't because he didn't love me. He was performing. He was saying those horrible things to me because Marcus was standing right there, holding a manila envelope—the "evidence" of the fake crime. "He was saving himself," I breathed. "No... he was saving me." The contract mentioned that if Roman didn't comply, Marcus would pull the plug on my three-picture deal. He had used my dream as the gun to Roman’s head.

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

“I’m assuming it didn’t go well?” “Didn’t go well is an understatement,” he spat, slamming his fist against the counter. “That fucker managed to swoop in with a ten-year contract instead of the five-year contract I was offering, and the price,” Rowan’s fingers tugged and tangled in his hair. “The fucker can’t be making any money on the offer he gave them. I couldn’t compete and lost a massive fucking investment into my company.” “I’m sorry, Row. Maybe it just… wasn’t the contract for Connolley,” I shrugged, faking a pout.

"You’re going to sign this." Azalea pushed herself up into a sitting position, wiping at her tear-streaked face. Her eyes flicked from the document to him. "What is this?" Federico folded his arms, his face hard, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something she couldn’t quite name. "It’s a contract," he said coldly. "From now on, we will act like a powerful couple in public. We’ll maintain the appearance of a happy marriage in front of my family, my pack, and everyone else."

Was he waiting for me to quit officially? "So, are you letting me back, or...?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "Of course! What else would you do? Quit? No chance. I wouldn't approve it anyway," he said, flashing a sly grin. "Besides, your contract says you can't resign until you've worked at least a year." Wait—what? That was in the contract? How did I miss that? "Sounds a little predatory," I teased. "But you signed it," Ron shot back with a playful smirk. "So, technically, you agreed to be 'predated.'"

“But it can't happen again. I need to focus on my duties to the kingdom, to Elena." I feel dizzy. Tears pricks at the corner of my eyes. I am his wife too. I am his mate! How can he say that it would not happen again. What did they expect from contract marriage? Of course he has the right to do what he wants to do - that was the agreement- as long as he protects me, which he is doing swallow hard. "I understand,” I say "You do?" He looks surprised. "Of course," I say, forcing a smile. "It is a contract marriage. I am grateful. Your kingdom has given me freedom, education. I can't ask for more."

“Fine. If you're going to throw all caution to the wind, then be my guest. But trust me when I say you have no idea who you're messing around with.” I bit my lower lip, dread filling my chest. Damn, Marcus just had a way of ruining my mood when it came to Reid. I blew out a breath. “Thanks for the warning, Marcus. If that's all then…” “I came to talk to you about the contract,” he said stiffly. I was on alert now, my eyes fixed on his, giving him my undivided attention. “What about the contract?” “Klaus Windsor called,” he paused, waiting to see how I'd react to the news. I kept my face plain. “He informed us that he'd be retaining your services for six months.”

Roman leaned back into his chair, his movements calm, almost bored, as though this was just another mundane meeting on his packed schedule. "This," Roman began, gesturing toward the folder, "is the official contract. The clauses have been revised per your requests." I flipped it open, skimming the crisp, printed words. It was the same document I’d seen before, but this time, it was no draft. It was the real thing—finalized, polished, and waiting for one last signature. "I’ve already signed it," Roman continued, his tone neutral. "All that’s left is for you to do the same."

He's the only person that doesn't offer to take me to a hotel. Romeo p.o.v I moved out of my apartment to a better and luxurious place after I was given the contract, I made a lot of profit, and I make sure that people around me are also happy. I increased the salary of my workers, even Sara and I went to give the needy too, I'm used to that stuff already but this contract made me double up because if I was told they would give me the contract I would have to argue to death when grace speaks for me why won't I also put a smile on people's faces.