Temptation Of The Contract Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

​ However, Byron rose from his chair and walked to her, “This contract mentioned only one condition: if you want to stay with the child, then never ask for divorce and continue with your title.” ​ “And if you reject the condition, then it simply informs you that you need to leave the child after giving birth and take the amount as compensation, but if you leave, then you can never see your child again.” “This is a trap. You just wanted to trap me like before.” She held his collar and glared at him with pure hatred. ​ “So, what is this trap? Do you have any choice against this? Don’t forget, you are still my purchasing bride, Abigail. If I demanded you to be my slave for the whole life, you c

he paused, and looked into my eyes, “Because I need a wife.” The words landed hard, like a punch to my chest. “I’m sorry—what?” He didn’t flinch, “It would be a contractual marriage. Mutually beneficial with no illusions.” I stared at him as though he had just grown an extra head, because honestly, that would have made more sense. “You can’t be serious,” “I am,” he answered, “My company’s board is pushing for stability, and they believe that a wife would make the company seem more stable. I do not have time for emotional entanglements or political scandals.”

Zach lowering back into his chair, Isabella's eyes flicking between Seraphina and me, calculating something I had no interest in. "There won't be a wedding," I announced and the room went still. The woman and daughter gasped. Seraphina didn't move. "Mr. De Luca, surely—” Zach started but I cut him off. "This is a contract," I said. "Not a celebration. She signs the documents and that's all that's required." I looked at Seraphina again, briefly, and watched her absorb the words without reaction — though I noted the slight release in her shoulders.

He looked calm and definitely didn’t look like a man who was trying to avoid being humiliated. Beside him sat a man in a gray suit flipping through a thick stack of papers. “Have a seat,” he said softly . He threw the papers in front of her. “ sign it or else your mother dies tonight” “What— is this?” “It’s a contract Miss Cooke you will be replacing your best friend Summer in the next hour” the lawyer replied. “Where’s summer? I can’t marry Mr.Lewis.” A hush fell over the room.

As she sat there lost in a lonely world of her own thoughts, her eyes caught with a stack of papers - the details of their contract marriage. Olivia's hands trembled as she carried the contract, her eyes blurred with unshed tears. She knew that she needed to revisit the document that had shaped her life for the past several months. With a shaky breath, she began reading the contract aloud, her voice shaking with emotion. "In accordance with this contract," she started, "Nathaniel and Olivia agree to enter into a marriage of convenience for a period of one year. The purpose of this contract is to provide mutual benefits to both parties involved."

I had never seen him look so angry. I gaped at him. “What do you mean?” I am really confused. I pick up the new condom he just threw on the bed and find that this one is sticky with the oil that was supposed to be inside. And it looks like… it looks like someone had poke the package with needles! “The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” he stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.”

Ciara felt trapped, the kiss reminiscent of her past experiences, with Samuel’s commanding presence echoing the previous man’s. The kiss left her flushed, and Samuel felt an unsettling sense of familiarity. This confusion only irritated him further. As the ceremony concluded with Mary’s heartfelt wish for their happiness, an unseen trio—Colt, Ruby, and Linda—watched from a hidden corner. Their disgrace fueled their resentment, especially Linda’s intense jealousy. Ruby, noticing a passing caregiver, approached her. “Why such a low-profile wedding? No friends or family invited?” The caregiver sighed. “The bride’s mother is very ill with only two months left. The groom is fulfilling her wish, k