Romans & histoires The Love Contract

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.

“Oh Gabe.” She went to her knees in front of him so they were on the same level. She threw her arms around his shoulders still holding on to the box with the ring. “I love you,” she breathed. “I love you so much. I don’t want to be without you.” He grasped her shoulders and pulled her back, his eyes fierce with love and possessiveness. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a thick document. Oh God, it was their contract. And then he slowly and methodically tore it in two, his gaze never leaving hers.

Well, this will be awkward, but at least he’s not trying to keep me as a mistress or prostitute. I can’t hide my grimace as my eyes scan the “no pregnancy clause.” A flashback of Landon and Owen floods my mind. I push it away mentally and resist the urge to dwell on past memories. Then I see the section that states the “falling in love” stipulation. Contracted relationship shall remain professional at all times. Falling in love is expressly forbidden and grounds for immediate termination of the contract. Additionally, this document and all information herein shall remain confidential. Any breach will carry serious consequences.

Adriana walked into the room with a bright smile on her face, I really wanted us to stay in same room but Adriana looked like she was not comfortable with such idea so I didn't push it too much, I just allowed her do what she wanted. I let out a soft smile and sat up on the bed. “You look so excited.” I said to her with a smile on my face. “Yes, I am. This place is so peaceful,” She said to me with a smile. “Let's stay here forever.” I said to her. Suddenly her smile was slowly fading, I wonder why the smile was fading after she heard what I said. “You might have forgotten we're together because of the contract.” When she said this to me I sighed. Sometimes I wish we never came together base

I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, "a thousand times yes." He slipped the ring on my finger, and as we embraced under the city lights, it dawned on me. Our love story, though born out of chaos, had defied expectations and blossomed into something real, profound, and undeniably beautiful. The contract might have been the spark, but it was the love we found along the way that truly set us free.

-I don't want to do this, because I'm stressing out, it's absurd, if they knew that we don't follow the rules of a contract, including the part that says we can't give each other roses, that's absurd, you know you should burn that contract, there's no need to pretend anymore, if we both love each other, it's serious that we can't make love, nobody knows it, I don't know why we can't burn that contract, that contract, my dream is with you, and you know I won't pay attention to an absurd contract, I want us to sleep in the same bed, we have to try, I don't know why it terrifies me, but now it's worth it, I just want to feel you, and this class thing sucks to have a tutor, if I have to do face

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

As sleep carried me gently toward dreams, one final truth settled deep within my heart. I had never truly been bound by a contract, But had always been bound by love. The End

Christ, what have I gotten myself into? “Rule one: We're not in love. This is a contracted marriage. There will be no love, no jealousy, no possessiveness, no asking about the other's whereabouts. All you have to do is play the role of a perfect wife, give birth, and leave with your body still intact.” He explained, and I swallowed, listening attentively. “Rule 2: never tell anyone about the contract. We're married, that's all anyone needs to know. Just those two rules. Do you understand?” He asked, and I nodded quickly, earning a satisfied smirk from him. “You can leave.”

She pushed the pad toward him. "Sign it," she said. It wasn't a prenup. It wasn't a contract enforceable by law. It was a contract enforceable by love. Liam took the pen. He signed his name. Liam Cross. He pushed it back to her. She signed. Aurora Vale. They looked at the paper. "It's a good blueprint," Liam said. "It's a start," she said. He reached across the rug and took her hands. "You know," he said, "there's one thing missing."