The Marriage Contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

The words hung in the air like a grenade with a removed pin. I stared at him. "What?" "Three days," he repeated, as if I was simple. "We'll be married." "No." The refusal came out immediately. "No, absolutely not. The contract is enough, why on earth do we need to do a stupid- "The contract you signed includes a wedding," he cut me off calmly, picking his pen back up. "Having a legal marriage doesn't preclude an actual ceremony. In fact, I insist on one." "You insist?" I laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "You don't get to insist anything with me. I'm not some possession you can just… just decree into existence. I didn't agree to a wedding, I agreed to a contract."

‌ He slid a single she‍et of heav‍y, cream-colored paper ac‍ro‌ss the po‍lished s‌urfa‍ce. “These are the prelimin‌ary terms,” he stat‍ed. “A one-year, legally binding contract of marriage⁠. The union will be presented as‍ a genuine love match to t‍he public and the press. You will at‌tend all req‍uired social and corpor‌ate functions as my w‍ife. You will reside with me for the d⁠uration of the con‌tract.” ‍ El‍ara’s‌ eyes scanned the document. The c‍old, lega⁠l l‌anguage made her stomach ch‍urn. Party A… Party‍ B… Obligatio⁠n‌s… Appearances.‌

The fact that he had just broken down everything about marriage and what should have been an evidence of love into mere numbers was still extremely wild to me. “It’s still insane,” I said quietly. “You know that, right? We are talking about getting married because of a contract He leaned back in his chair, as he looked very unbothered. “Marriage has always been a contract.” “That’s not how most people see it.” “That’s because most people romanticize it and don’t see it for what it truly is,” he said, “I don’t. Which is why this will work.” There was a brief moment of silence between us.

Waiting. My hands shook as I turned to the first page of the contract, the paper crisp and official-looking. At the top, in bold letters: MARRIAGE AGREEMENT BETWEEN DAMIAN ALEXANDER COLE AND SCARLET MARIE HAYES. Seeing our names together like that made something twist in my chest. "Let's go through the terms," Marcus said, his voice carefully neutral. "Page one outlines the basic structure. This is an eighteen-month contractual marriage with the option to renew if both parties agree."

He picked up a black leather folder before returning to Hellena and handing it to her without ceremony. “Read it.” Hellena accepted the folder with trembling fingers. The moment she opened it, her eyes quickly scanned the official document titled: Contract Marriage Agreement. The terms were written with rigid precision: • The marriage will last for one year only. • No physical contact of any kind is permitted. • Emotional attachment or personal feelings are strictly prohibited. • Neither party may interfere in the other's private affairs. • The marriage must remain completely confidential from the public and workplace. • Both parties will live under the same roof but occupy separate bedrooms

I blurted out before I could stop myself. My dad nodded. “The wedding is in two weeks.” “Fuck this!.” She got on her feet. “I’m not getting married to some loser. I’m not getting married just because you failed to save your company the normal way. I’m getting out of here.” “There are consequences.” Mom said quickly just before Chloe could turn her back to leave. “We signed a document, documents. And it said that if we failed to fulfill our part of the contract, both your father and I would have to give up everything we own, including this house and failure to do that would lead us to prison.”

I snapped and would have continued if I hadn't been interrupted. "What the hell is this nonsense?!" Chloe screeched. "Nathan, tell me what the fuck is going on, right now!" Mahn, I was doomed. Noah had been right. I should have taken care of things with Lily immediately after I had signed the damn marriage contract. Frankly, I hadn't been willing to let Lily go. I was so sure my marriage with Chloe would be sour and would not last. Lily was a wonderful mistress. Damn, she was hot and naughty and everything I had wanted in a woman.

"Discreet?" "Yes, i deal with some very high end clients, and i have a reputation to protect. Let alone the terms of the agreement would be broken if our marriage was questioned. I think it's best if you agreed to remain celibate for the year. It's doable, don't you think?" He gave a fake laugh and she wondered if she caught a gleam of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly the true meaning of his words caught fire in her brain. Alex wanted her to be the perfect wife, which included holding a chaste marriage bed under their ruse.