The Marriage Pact A Novel Novels & Stories

I looked around the house on which she always bragged about, a house which was built by her late husband and I wondered if this was the way her mother in-law also treated her? My husband finally cleared his throat, his voice low and nervous. “Mama, please. Let’s not fight. Amaka didn’t mean any harm.” The apology wasn’t for me , it was for her. And it pierced deeper than her insults. Mama clapped her hands dramatically, the sound sharp. “See how she is already turning you against me! This is how marriages scatter. Mark my words.” I sat down, pushing food around my plate without tasting it. Conversation resumed in whispers, but I could feel the tension pressing down on me from every side.

“This is insane.” “Absolutely.” “We’re married.” “It appears so.” “People are going to talk.” “Let them.” She looked up at me again. This time something warm flickered in her eyes, something she probably didn’t even notice. “What now?” she asked. I took a slow breath. “We make a pact.” “A pact?” “We stay married until you decide otherwise. We give you time to process. You take the master suite. I take the guest room. And we don’t touch unless you ask. That’s the pact.”

“Seems I am to marry after all. I wonder how Nicky will react when I tell her about my marriage to a stranger(Sighs deeply)” I stood at the altar close to the smiling priest, he seemed more happy than the bride. Who is the bride? I guess it's me. Am I really getting married? Should I call the police saying they are forcing me to get married? Fiona will kill me if I make a fuse today. It was 11.am already but there was no guest. So called wedding day without a single guest? The Church's big door opened and a man entered and he held the door wider for the second man. The second man was the rude man that I met in the restroom.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

“He manipulated you to sign this contract and has now brainwashed you into thinking it was the right thing to do.” “I’m not brainwashed and I’m not saying the contract was the right thing to do. We made a mistake.” “He made a mistake offering you.” “And I signed it willingly.” “That still doesn’t lessen his sin,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. It probably alerted the entire neighbourhood of the commotion in our house. Oh shit, Adonis was right upstairs. “This is marriage, not a game.” “No, it’s not,” I said in a low voice, hoping he would follow. “So you can’t take me home with my husband’s knowledge.”

Not at all. I don't want her to dread me for the rest of eternity. "That way we'll be related by blood. No one wants to kill someone they have a relation with." Aria glared at her. She opened her mouth but then snapped then tight without saying a word. She nibbled on her lips,biting back her words. And I could tell she had a lot to tell. "Our peace treaty will be a bound by a marriage." "No." I say firmly. "Then you all die."

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

Because she didn't know how to take or how to mark something as her own. Alex wouldn't do the same mistake as her, he wouldn't be like his mum. He wouldn't spend his days craving love, support and success. He would take. He would conquer; until everything he wanted belonged to him. That's what he did. And this time, that's what he would do. He would marry, even if it was a contract. With a devilish grin that seemed to round about his thin lips, he called up his lawyer, Martin Henderson and asked him to about a contract. A marriage contract of six months. When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief.

I added quickly, feeling a sudden, burning spike of irritation at the mention of a woman who probably owned silk pajamas and never got mud on her designer shoes. "No," he said, his jaw working. "I think I do, actually, if we're going to stop lying to each other." He exhaled slowly, staring down at his hands. "I am bound to her by an old political pact between our packs. My grandfather and hers negotiated the arrangement before either of us was old enough to spell our own names. A strategic marriage, meant to bind Marques and Cabral territory together, to end a century of bloody border disputes." "So you.. hmmm you're engaged," I said, my voice dropping an octave as a cold weight settled in m

I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.