Temptation Of The Contract Bride Novels & Stories

The system finally returned. 【Original task terminated.】 【Contract Holder Isabella Caruso has completed death settlement.】 【Irreversible regret detected in target individual.】 【Hidden compensation condition fulfilled.】 A new option appeared before me. 【One identity reset is available.】 【The original body, identity, and family ties will not be retained.】 【Accept new identity?】 Matteo was still kneeling beside me, saying he loved me now that it could save nothing. I no longer needed the answer.

“This wasn’t the plan. You threw everything off script.” “Script,” I repeated. “Because that’s what this is, right? A script. A performance. A goddamn contract.” His eyes darkened. “Exactly,” he said, pulling a folder from his briefcase and tossing it onto my lap. “Which is why we’re signing it tonight. No more surprises.” I stared down at it. Thick pages. Typed clauses. Neat little bullet points outlining how to fake a perfect marriage. I opened it slowly. No real intimacy.

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?”

She crossed her arms as if embracing herself and raised her chin, "Our contract is no more, it's no longer my home" "I want to make it your home forever, how about that?" Her eyes narrowed at his words as her heartbeat accelerated, "what do you mean?" "Marry me!" He said simply and Crystal gaped at him. "Flies will enter your mouth if you don't close it" he teased She snapped her mouth shut, feeling giddy, "I thought you're here to file for full custody of your child"

“Is there a problem?” “You didn't say anything about the last clause here.” I dropped the paper in front of him and tapped on the clause. “It says there that if for any reason we…” I looked at the Davids who hadn't said a word since I entered. “If for any reason, we consummate our marriage—” “Miss Peters, I believe the words included in that contract is ‘have sex’. Shouldn't be that difficult to read.” I flushed, looking at the lawyer from the side of my eyes. “It states that of for any reason, we have sex, then your company will absorb mine?”

The faintest of smiles had curved the stranger’s full lips as he regarded the young man with an approving look. "Indeed, you're a smart one," he purred. "Very well, I shall lay my cards on the table then. In return for my generous provision, I require a token... a small token to seal our destinies together." Walter felt dread trickle down his spine at those ominous words. "What kind of token?" he asked hoarsely. "If you are blessed with a daughter from this pregnancy, that child will be betrothed from birth to become the wife of my grandson and heir when she reaches maturity. Those are my terms."