The Marriage Contract Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said, glancing around, “was part of a larger agreement. One your ex-husband didn’t fully explain to you.” My stomach tightened. “What agreement?” He turned to face me fully now, his expression unreadable. “A contract marriage,” he said simply. “One that didn’t end when you signed those papers this morning.” The room seemed to tilt. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “My marriage is over.” “Your marriage to him is,” Mr. Ford corrected. “But not the contract attached to it.” I laughed—short, sharp, disbelieving. “You’re saying I’m still married?”

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

----------------------------------------------------------- MARRIAGE CONTRACT AND TERMS OF AGREEMENT **THIS AGREEMENT** is entered into voluntarily and with full legal and mental capacity by and between: 1. **Dev Raichand** (hereinafter referred to as the "First Party") 2. **Divya Mohan** (hereinafter referred to as the "Second Party") **WHEREAS**, both parties have agreed to enter into a temporary matrimonial alliance for a fixed duration under the specific terms, conditions, and restrictions outlined below. 1. Duration of Contract * This marriage contract shall remain in strict legal and practical effect for a period of **one (1) month** from the date of execution.

Idea of staying married doesn’t seem bad anymore. ….. I and Lena sit on the bed staring at the marriage contract in front of us. Jake is standing next to the bed, tapping his foot. Yes, I asked them to fly here to provide me with moral support. I couldn’t read it alone. “So the gist of the contract is…” Lena says, “You cannot marry anyone else unless he permits you.” “Which is obvious,” I state. “But at least he didn’t outright deny you… It’s good, just in case you fall in love with someone else and want to start a family.” Jake reasons.

I say, nervously biting my lips. “A contract marriage?” He says, I nod, “yes, a contract marriage between the two of us”. He smiles, “I understand what you’re trying to say, but why do you think I need to get into a contract marriage and if I did, why will it be with you?” He asks.

He finished writing and slid the paper across the desk to me. “You present it like this,” he said. “A marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Duration. A clear beginning and a clear end. You make it a deal. You make it about the company. You make it about winning. That’s the only language she’ll understand right now. That’s the only way she’ll ever agree.” I looked down at the paper. At the top he’d written: CONTRACT OF CONVENIENCE. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

She cut in sharply. “Yes, that’s why we are going over the terms now. I understand that your families arranged your marriage so you two could be together. But in reality, between the two of you, it is just a contract marriage, one with a fixed term and conditions.” I saw her stiffen, her jaw going tight. She looked at me, then back to Jared. “I don’t understand what you mean. What contract?” She asked. “That’s what Mark wants. Since you two don’t want each other and only agreeing because of your families, I think it’s just wise that you get it binded in a contract. This will benefit you the most so you have nothing to fear.” Jared continued.

It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside. “It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…” “…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I force a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

He asks, “Because if you would, then let’s just forget about it and just let your wolf go berserk and destroy anything that stood in her way.” He was about to stand up and leave but I held on to his arm. I was desperate. If Mikey decided to come tomorrow and my wolf was in the state that she was in. I’m afraid that Mikey would misunderstand that my wolf doesn’t like him. “I’ll listen,” I said softly. “Okay,” DK said as he sat in front of me, “contracted marriage is not like the usual marriage that you know. Yes, they will be married, but it would only be because of the contract that they have agreed on,” DK started to explain once again.

I raised a brow at him and gestured with my hand for him to continue. "One." He took a deep breath. "I had made it known at the beginning of our marriage that it was a purely business marriage, and I will be living my life as though I wasn't married to you. And you had agreed to it." My eyebrows pinched together as I took in this information. He took out a file from the bag he had brought and passed it to me. It was a contract. My marriage was a contract. I flipped through the pages with shaking hands, taking in as much information as I could.