Temptation Of The Contract Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

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

“The attention? The pretense? Or that for a moment, you might’ve enjoyed it?” I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling too bare under the silk dress Isla picked for me. “I didn’t enjoy it,” I said quietly. “I endured it.” We stood in silence, the tension between us stretching like a tightrope. Finally, he spoke again. “The contract’s ready.” I blinked. “What?” He walked to the dining table and slid a leather folder across the surface. “The marriage agreement. I had it revised with updated clauses. It’s time we sign it. Tonight.”

Behind all the firmness she tried to maintain, Hazel knew that tomorrow would be the beginning of something far heavier than just saving her mother. That morning came quickly. The sun had just risen in the eastern horizon, but Hazel had been awake for a long time. Her swollen eyes clearly showed lack of sleep, but there was no time to think about that. Today was her wedding day—a marriage not born of love, but a cold transaction she had agreed to the night before. Hazel stood in front of a large mirror reflecting her figure in a simple white dress. The dress was chosen directly by Theo's personal assistant, not her. No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette.

On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT. "I’m giving you a very simple choice," Grant said, holding the papers over her head. "You choose your mother... or you choose the contract. Which is it?" "Neither," Freya replied, her heart hammering. "At least Darlington offered me a deal that wasn't just for his own personal gain. I hate to admit it, but even if Darlington is a killer—even if I hate him—he is a thousand times better than you."

I was the center of attraction, the new Langford bride, and every move I made pulled whispers and looks from the crowd. I caught the sharp eyes of the woman that had walked in with Damien staring at me, probably his wife. Her eyes were cold and mean like I’d done something just by being here. I could feel the fight over money and power behind it, making me a target in a war I didn’t want. All I wanted was to keep Liam safe, but this deal with Damon was starting to feel dangerous, like it could pull us both into something deadly. The woman walked over, her steps smooth but calculated, her hand out with a fake smile. “Congratulations, Vivienne,” she said, her voice sugary but sharp. “Welcome t

I raised my hand to hit him slightly but noticed the diamond ring on my finger, I brought it down and stared at it confused. “When...” “I have my ways and besides, who engages someone with a ring?” I have no words; it was beautiful and made me feel like a real bride but that all shattered when I saw the contract that I actually requested reminding that this was a just pretend stunt until he finally gets off his father clutches. “Go through it and see if there’s any problem,” he said calmly going back to his seat. I scanned through the contract and noticed something insane, “what do you mean this is indefinite?”