Temptation Of The Contract Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Thank goodness for the tampons in my purse. “I’ll catch up with you guys,” I told them, hurrying off to find the bathroom. After sorting myself out, I was about to leave when voices from the hallway caught my attention. “Zander, the contract is ready for the bride. Should I take it to her to sign now?” one voice said, tinged with urgency. “She’s not answering my calls,” another voice replied. “Wait, she just texted.” There was a pause. Then came a groan. “Shit. She’s backing out. Says she doesn’t want to be a surrogate or a contract bride. She says that she is searching for ‘true love.’”

“Then what I’m about to offer will be even more interesting.” “I don’t want to hear it.” “You will. Because unlike Damien’s contract—this one comes with a different kind of power.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “I want you to be my bride.” The world stopped. “What?” I breathed.

She had never imagined her groom and she never imagined that it would be a billionaire, nor a Mafia boss. Nor that she would begin living in a fortress, nor that she would become a pet and contract bride for a year. Everything was happening so fast and within one day and it left her wondering what could happen in the next days that came after, the weeks after it, the months and even up to when it would reach a year and the contract would expire. Would she be able to behave herself so as to keep her head, would she give in and give him head like he requests for even though she was a conservative Christian and saw acts like that as gross and against biblical origins.

"My offer... it's simple. You just marry me for one year," Phupha reiterated, as if to make sure I understood this wasn't a dream. "Just one year. After that, we go our separate ways. Five million baht will be transferred to the hospital account as soon as you sign the contract." I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. My father... his life was hanging by a thread. I truly had no other choice. Though my heart completely rejected the man before me, my mind commanded me to agree.

I.V Chapter Three: Contract Marriage POV: Adrian She was not Claire Bennett. I knew it the moment she walked into the restaurant. Her demeanor gave her away. Unlike the rich and spoiled heiresses I had met before, this woman carried herself with a simpler air. She looked nothing like the polished photos and reports I had reviewed about the real Claire Bennett. Still, I decided to play along. I wanted to see exactly how far she would take this pretense. "Here is the contract marriage deal," I said. I pushed the agreement file across the table toward her. "Go through it and let me know if there is any clause you want added. But none can alter my already written words."

He was too interested in her answer to let the topic go. “No, that can never happen. It will go against the contract. The contract will lose its existence. It won’t be valid anymore.” Christian listened with avid interest. Did she really think so? Then the only way to turn his contract marriage into reality would be to make her fall in love with him. A strange thrill pulsated through his body. He would now tempt her to fall in love with him. “I see!” Skylar watched his thoughtful features with annoyance. What was there to think so much about it?

In return: a blood bride, once every hundred years. The contract was never sealed. Not until now. My fingers trembled as I flipped to the final page of Gregory’s journal. His last entry read: > “The bride must not be taken by force. The pact demands her soul, not just her blood. If she refuses, the land will rot, and the family line shall burn.” I looked up. “Alika… this was always meant to happen. But only if the bride chooses.” “But I didn’t choose any of this!” she cried.

The Contracted Bride The sound of the pen scratching across the paper felt louder than it should’ve been, like a storm ripping through silence. Amelia’s hand trembled as she signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the blue document. Amelia Grace Hart. That signature marked the beginning of something she never imagined—not in her wildest nightmares. Not even when she had lain awake at night, wondering how much worse things could get. She was no longer just a desperate sister or a broken daughter. She had just signed her soul away to the coldest man she’d ever met.

And now a stranger I’d met only last night was asking me to make a sacred vow. Rex didn’t seem bothered by my shock. Instead, he reached for his glass of red wine. He swirled the liquid briefly before sipping it with great composure. His sharp eyes stared at me from behind the rim of the glass. It was as if he were peeling away every layer of doubt from my face. “A contract marriage. Sounds more challenging and fair, doesn’t it?” he said after setting the glass down silently. “You’ll get all the perks you never imagined before. And for me, this is a profitable deal.”