The Marriage Pact A Novel Novels & Stories

I questioned, wanting his opinion. “Can’t you live not caring about your grandma’s fortune taking away from her?” he bit back, consuming the coffee. And I smile, showing my teeth. “Fair play. We don’t have any other way than this. What an ill fate!” I commented, and he nodded in agreement. “I had four bargains for this marriage,” I began. “One, I can do what I want as long as it doesn’t ruin our families.” “Fair, so am I,” he said, revealing his drop-gorgeous smile. The pleasures in his countenance, pondering for a second. “That’s a new one, huh.”

I let them stand together so they could have some photos together for the press to print then Fabrico takes my hand again, leading me up the stairs where all the questions came about my pregnancy but I didn't say a word. Everything is good. I never thought I'd have a happy ending to my life while I was just a mere telemarketer until I found Fabrico. At this point, I don't know who found who because no matter what we'd been through, he never gave up on me. So I can say, I have a happy ending with the perfect family and I can say I'm living the fairytale life and rocking it well as well!! .......THE END...... What??? That's the end of The Forever Plan?? Yes, it is. I'm so grateful for those of

“We… found this in Becca’s room. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but thought you should see it.” He held it out. Katie’s fingers trembled as she reached for the parchment. It was heavy in her hands, thick and sealed in wax. Her breath caught the moment she broke the seal. It was a marriage contract. Her stomach dropped. Her mind spun. This wasn’t just a symbol or a ceremony—it was legal, binding. Draven and Becca were married by the law of the pack. Katie had heard of marriage contracts before, but she had never expected to see one like this, never expected the moment to arrive in her hands like this.

My right arm tingles in awareness, the heat from his large form touching my body, even though there is no real contact. "Si." "I am aware of the circumstances you are both under right now, getting married to strangers, essentially," he says, making me squirm uncomfortably. "However, I would appreciate it if you were to—" he pauses, maybe deciding on his words. "—Act like you are in love, getting married out of love," Liam finishes for him. My eyes widen, and my future husband lets out a sound that was close to a laugh, but not quite. "Stai scherzando, cazzo," he spits, making me flinch. I start to fiddle with my hands nervously. (You're fucking kidding.)

"What is this?" "It is a business contract," Vladimir said, his dark eyes fixed on mine. "More specifically, a marriage of convenience. If you sign it, your life changes today. I am offering you total financial freedom. A monthly allowance that far exceeds your yearly teaching salary, a penthouse suite in Manhattan, an estate in Tuscany, and full access to top private healthcare and security detail."

“The curse, the ring, the blood ties, the ledger, they’re connected to us. To me. I made a deal with the same people who came for you.” Her breath hitched. “You’re lying.” He reached into his coat and dropped a small envelope on the glass table. Inside was a document, handwritten, sealed with an ancient crest. At the top, in faded ink, it read, The Marriage Pact. She stared at it. “What is this?” Ethan’s eyes didn’t leave her face. “A way out. If we marry again, by oath, not love, it reverses the bond that ties your life to the cult’s ritual. It saves you.”

"Papa, go ahead." Papa sighed and guided me to sit on a nearby stone bench. "As you know, Enrico won't give up searching for you easily. He's the Don of a mafia family. His methods are ruthless, his influence vast. We can protect you for now, but it's not a long-term solution. "To give you and the child a more solid foundation, and to make Enrico give up completely, I've arranged a marriage alliance for you." I stayed silent, my emotions tangled.

“I thought it was the best way to help my father and our entire pack. In short, for power. And I also thought I could have my cake and eat it too by having a contract marriage with another woman and still having your mother by my side." I saw Hailey's brow furrow. "Contract marriage?" "Yes, a contract marriage," I explained, "and it means marrying someone not because you love them, but because it serves a purpose and both parties agree to it." “ So your marriage to….” “ It was all fake. Amaya, my ex-wife, and I both agreed that it would only be for a short period of time, but I had no idea that she was the devil herself and had more plans in store for me and your mother. And I never thought

"It seems... almost unreal." Unreal. That was one way to express it. Twelve months ago, I could never have envisioned being in this situation, marrying the one man I had previously trusted above all others. However, confidence had been in our Our marriage lacked love or affection, it was a contractual agreement, a means to secure the futures of both our families. But why did it continue to seem so... puzzling? Why did my heart race when he touched me, and why did my body reveal emotions I wasn’t meant to feel?

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.