Novel & Cerita The Marriage Contract

Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already. She was married! With Kelvin Williams! "We will pack all the things in your house," Kelvin said, breaking Luliyah out of her thoughts. Luliyah looked up, seeing Kelvin who said it while closing his eyes. "Ah ... But ..." Luliyah couldn't digest it all. Everything was happening so fast. Wasn't their marriage just a contract marriage? Should she also live with Kelvin? 'Contract marriage...' They were married because of their own interests. Harris initially opposed the marriage because Kelvin was in no gain position. Kelvin will spend a lot of money to pay for Luliyah's mother hospital bill, but what will she give Kelvin in return?

and I was expecting that to happen so I just smile I noticed he was surprised with my reactions so I told him I want it that way!... "How about a contract marriage?" I suggest he reluctantly agreed and I list down my conditions this relationship between us would end up by me I will get to decide how long we would have to pretend for this fake marriage... I insisted not to register this but he said we should because his father was scrutinize about every little details and we would instantly got caught if we made a simple mistake so I agreed. He said he just wants me to behave and never be seen with other guy as it would ruined our marriage that was a talk of the town!... I clearly get his mea

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.

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.