Temptation Of The Contract Bride Novels & Stories

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

This. A contract bride. A woman with a bruised face and too-large clothes and terror in her eyes. Someone who had been sold to me like a line item on a spreadsheet. Someone who flinched when I moved too fast. Someone who looked at my world like it was a nightmare she could not wake up from. "This contract is terminated," I said. My voice was even. Controlled. "I do not want it, and I do not want whatever this is." I gestured toward the mark at her throat. "This bond, I reject it. Entirely and completely."

I walked towards her, my hand still wrapped in the towel. She stretched it towards me as I placed the towel down. “they left it behind. Looks like a contract” she said. “Contract?” I opened it up, flipping through it slowly. I felt my eyes were deceiving me, at the same time, I felt I was seeing something which appeared as an opportunity, an opportunity to get me out of everything I was going through…. A contract marriage for 5 million dollars?

She asked, taking her chance. “The deal here is... a little bit twisted, you see... I have a little bit of a problem, and I don't think I should steer away from it! The truth, but there's this term staring at all the alphas : he must first find himself a bride for a while before the council of elders finds a bride for him; usually these brides are nothing but nagging women, spoilt brats. Spies and worse still... brought to me for more power, and I do not want anything like that for myself either now or later.” Clark held on to his silence; he said nothing for a bit. He took a long and lasting glance at trivia, who had held her silence for a bit “It's a contract, more like a business deal bet

Everytime she closed her eyes, she imagined her mother's voice, the bills piling up, and Romeo's voice saying, "Then we begin tommorow. Tomorrow was now today. At exactly 8am, a knock came at the door. She opened it to find a tall man man in a blacksuit- no expression, no greeting. He handed her a sealed black envelope and walked away without a word. She stared at the evelope like it might explode. Inside was the contract. Temporary Matrimony Agreement- twelve pages of precise, cold languages. Her name was printed on every page, binding her to a world she didn't belong in. "Marriage shall last exactly 365 days." "No physical intimacy unless both parties agree". Violation of discretion will r

And now he wants to trade me off like I’m nothing more than a bargaining chip in one of his filthy deals. Marriage? He calls it a duty. I call it betrayal. Because this isn’t about love or family. It’s about control, power and personal gain. And the worst part about it is that he doesn’t even care if he hurts my feelings, doesn’t care about how much I am hurting. And I’ll risk getting married to a monster, just to get answers. Tonight, I meet the man who holds the strings. The head of the Moretti empire. My future father-in-law.

“If you have any suggestions about the contract, we can talk about that.” However, upon reading the contract, I was shocked because they would be giving me money with jewels as a token for being the substitute bride, but in exchange, I would go to my groom’s house and marry him. Without thinking twice, I immediately signed the document because they already offered me a huge amount of money with jewels, so what’s the point of dropping this contract, right? I will be the happiest woman once I claim the prize, the money, and the jewelry because this is what I want for my future.

The interaction with this woman had caught him off guard. He gazed at her bewitching figure and murmured. Even if Creed did not like to judge people based on their appearance, this one was pretty hard to avoid. 'It's like a sea full of sirens!' he murmured as he looked at her back. He already knew what was going on. It was pretty obvious that these men and women were trying to tempt people to forge a legal bond of marriage, in exchange for their contract-based services. This was not slavery, but more of a term-based consensual contract. Both employee and employer get to enjoy the benefits they agreed upon.

Or why she had to pay? What's making me anxious right now is knowing that in a little while she'll be here. And my desire is crazy and unbridled, I want that woman in my bed, but I can't mix pleasure and work. I take a shower, put on a suit, after all it's a job. A marriage contract. The contract papers are already on my desk, I review them and put them in the envelope. I order a bottle of champagne to celebrate, because she would probably sign the contract. She needs the money and I need a bride who knows her place and fake it very well, and the most important clause is not to fall in love with me. That will be a must. I don't want to have a woman running after me in love at the end of the

“Let me get this straight, you want me to be your fake girlfriend and then become your fake bride to grant your terminal ill grandmother’s wish before she dies, a contract marriage with a million dollar settlement?” "You sound either too cool,I expect you to say yes without further explanation". The man’s voice stated, his voice as deep as the ocean and had this sensual triggering to it that sent something shivering down her thighs. Shelley licked her lower lip and replied. "Well, don't get too full of yourself,I can still say no if I want to. Being your fake bride is not a trophy”. A real one is but better fake or nothing but I must pretend not to be excited about this..”.