The Love Contract Novels & Stories

"That was never in the contract, love." I blushed. "I think even if it wasn't in the contract, it would be nice if you actually thought about how she'd feel." Lucian shook his head and laughed. "Have you forgotten that Ales and I don't love each other? We are only bound by a contract." I opened and closed my mouth like a fish while trying to organize my thoughts and turn them to words. I couldn't help but notice how flushed and kissable his lips looked. Snap out of it, Malea! You have a boyfriend!

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

I asked. Xavier halted, his eyes narrowing. "Contract?" I swallowed hard, trying to explain. "Yes, and yes, I know people don't use contracts to get married, but... we did. We're married contractually, actually, but we developed feelings for each other along the line. Now, we're truly in love and we can't even do without each other." Xavier's gaze searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard stare.

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.

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.

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.

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