The Contract Lover Novel Novels & Stories

Walter's Point of View Two days ago, Conrad had an outburst in my office. He didn’t say it directly, but he made it obvious he wanted me to feel like some egomaniac who takes pride in making terrible decisions. Maybe he was right for calling me out. Or maybe not. The truth is, I don’t care. My attention needs to be on the wedding anniversary celebration happening in two days. Even after all of the preparation, I still have shaking knees. Who wouldn’t be? Samantha already knows we only have a few days left to prepare, yet she still skipped work yesterday. It made me rethink my decision about having her as my fake girlfriend. If there was someone else willing, I wouldn’t ask her.

My chest burn slightly with the depriving oxygen in me. For a second, I though I might collapse again. What the fuck is this?, I sigh heavily. And then, my eyes reads the dancing smirk on his lips. It was cold, calculated and victorious, passinh a glow to his dark black orbs. "You're trapped!", it remarks. "You're a scamster...", I said flatly, lifting my gaze to meet his. "A trickster. You're adding clauses without my knowledged." "Nice joke", he chuckled, completely unbothered and acting cool. "Check the contract. You signed", he says calmly.

Tatiana exhaled sharply. She looked around the massive office. The glass. The silence. The control. And suddenly realized something uncomfortable. She didn’t know if she had been saved. Or positioned. Her voice lowered. “This isn’t just a marriage contract, is it?” Lucien didn’t answer. And that silence— Was the answer. Tatiana’s chest tightened. Because somewhere deep inside her— She understood. This contract was not the beginning. It was a continuation of something already in motion. And she had just stepped into the middle of it.

Yet, armed with the tools they had acquired through therapy, they navigated through the rough patches with grace and compassion. Their journey of resilience and growth led them to a profound realization—that their love was built on a foundation of genuine connection and shared values. They no longer felt trapped within the confines of a contract. Instead, they saw each other as equals, partners on a path of love and mutual support. As time passed, the once-contract lovers became an inseparable couple, deeply committed to their shared vision. They understood that love was not merely a fairytale ending but an ongoing journey of growth and evolution. They embraced the highs and lows, knowing th

“Sit.” She did. The folder stared back at her, thick and intimidating. “The contract,” he said. “You signed the marriage license last night. This covers everything else.” “Everything else,” she repeated. He opened the folder and slid it toward her. Confidentiality agreements. Non-disclosure clauses. Media conduct. Personal boundaries. Financial arrangements. Exit conditions. Her eyes skimmed the pages, heart pounding harder with each line. “This isn’t a marriage,” she said quietly. “It’s a containment plan.”

He nodded slowly. “Contract marriage,” I corrected him. And we laughed together. It was a rare moment. Laughing together. The world I live in is dark. The things in normal life are special to us or atleast to me. I never told anyone. Or maybe I never will. But I liked these ordinary moments. Irene's POV: ‘5 am, at KC productions at 7 th floor. Your contract will be ready for you to sign.’ was the text that made a very strange tingling in my stomach.

I muttered under my breath. “Excuse me.” “Nothing.” I said getting up to leave his office. “One more thing,” he announced, and I turned to hear what he had to say. “You're not allowed to fall in love with me, it's part of the contract, once you do, the contract will be terminated and you'll receive no benefits, except, of course, if the child is born.” “I assure you, that wouldn’t happen.” I responded and left his office. I'm not allowed to fall in love with him? Like anyone would want to fall for a nonchalant ass like him. This contract should be as easy as a pie, right?

Murray, expressionless, anticipated her question, "You want to know why I let things be, knowing their relationship?" She nodded, unable to comprehend. Murray softly touched her head, his voice gentle, "I'm waiting for her, waiting for her to leave her past behind, to willingly step into a new life with me." Emily's eyes suddenly felt sore. As she listened to Murray's words, her vision blurred, and a buzzing sound echoed in her ears. "Emily Rockefeller, I admit, I like you. I'm happy and relaxed with you, but that's all. Our relationship has always been a business transaction. In business, one must honor the contract. I believe I have never shortchanged you in this deal. What more could you

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“I can’t believe I spent six years with you! I thought you knew we were never taking this forward! It was never about marriage you fool, I was only using you for your notes because you’re the top student!” W..what? I stopped in my tracks, my heart dropped. “You don’t mean that Aria tell me.. tell me you don’t mean that” “I’m sorry I really needed to boost my grade and you were hard to approach so I had to do it the long way… don’t worry I won’t lie the sex was good.” Am I hearing wrong, the love of my life just told me I mean nothing to her except her golden ticket to success. What is home, I ask myself? Is it not a person, a heartbeat, a sweet- no a terrible, disgusting person named Aria?