The Marriage Contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look at the documents like it’s poisoned. “What is this?” “The marriage contract. If you sign it today, our wedding will hold on Saturday.” I’m pretty sure my eyes are the size of saucers right now. “Marriage contract?” “Yes. It’s a contract that guarantees you will stay married to me for the next two years. My programmer is just a call away. Sign this and I’ll order for the blog to be taken down right now.” I don’t know if it’s the way he says it — so easily, so stress-free— like we’re not talking about a life altering decision or someone’s multi-million dollar business.

"Come on in. I hope you don't mind the heat. The A/C is broken, and no one has come to fix it yet." She didn’t say anything, just gave a stiff nod before pulling out a sleek leather folder and opening it on the chipped coffee table. “This is the marriage contract. Mr. Knight has instructed us to walk you through its key provisions. It outlines the six-month marriage arrangement.” I sat down slowly, my fingers twitching in my lap. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. The document looked like a small novel. She started reading. “The marriage will be dissolved at the conclusion of the six months. Mr. Knight will provide you with the agreed-upon sum of one million

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

They both came up with an agreement: they'd pretend to be in love in front of others while being free to secretly be with other people intimately. The contract was for 3 years, and it stated: 1. No intimacy except with others. 2. Confidentiality. 3. They must move in together when married. 4. They must act in love when they are with his parents. When Celine went through the contract, she was satisfied with it, and both of them signed it. Christopher drove them both to the courthouse, as he had a judge waiting for them. The marriage process did not take long; they became legally married that same morning.

I go over to him and hold his hand, then I touch his face, “I want you Sir, I really do but I hate the fact that you belong to someone else. You get to go back home to your wife and family while I am here longing for you. I can’t bear the thought of you being with another woman” I murmured. “I swear to you that she means nothing to me, it was just a contract marriage that was prepared between our families, she doesn’t mean anything to me” he breathes out those lies. I almost chocked on my words with how easily he let that slip out of his mouth. A contract marriage! A contract marriage is only possible between two people who barely know each other and something to offer to each other’s benefi

He sneered. "Yes my Lord," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "That is what I thought too. But I have taken the liberty of going through the old legal records. The Archives." I paused for effect. "I found a precedent." I could feel their attention sharpen, the unseen eyes boring into me. "The marriage contract is a binding agreement," I continued. "But like all agreements, it is conditional. Our contract states that the union was valid only on the stipulation of the production of an heir—a child born of my bloodline."

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

-I heard rumors over there, that you had married because of a contract that unites you, that is real, and I also want to know if you enjoyed your honeymoon, that is, if there was a night of passion between you, because when there is a contract of interest, you can't make love with the other person, you are having problems with the marriage, or is it me that there was a love triangle around here, apparently, we have a minute listening to everything," says the impertinent reporter. Blonde Lucrecia instantly pulls herself together to give them what the press wants to hear just to cover their mouths, even though they both know they are still pure virgins. -There is no love triangle, we have no m

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?