The Marriage Pact Book Novels & Stories

I breathe, letting my mouth move on autopilot still, not wanting to second guess my decision. “Yes,” he grumbles through gritted teeth before moving over to his seat behind his desk and giving us a wide berth. His muscles ripple beneath his fitted navy suit and I watch him move hungrily, every inch of his powerful body a predator. I don’t miss the disdain in his voice, nor the fact that he waited until after I said yes. But he still agreed. He still rejected the bond, didn’t fight for it. That was the only thing that kept me from second-guessing myself. How would it work anyway? Sure, we’re forming an alliance, but we’re both leaders from two separate, very different, packs. There’s no way t

father said in an indifferent tone. Fidgeting with my fingers, I looked at the floor. “Our pack doesn’t treat marriage like a joke, Diana. If you are married to someone, you are expected to spend your entire life with that person. Happily or not, it doesn’t matter. Breaking a marriage is like breaking a divine vow. Our pack rules have strict punishments for the people who break it. But the thing is, your marriage was on paper and neither of you haven’t taken any holy vows before God. Why do you think I asked you to keep it a secret? From the very beginning, this marriage contract between you and Zephyr was supposed to be business. So, what changed in these two months for you to take such a h

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

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

“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.”

"She orchestrates drama. She screams false accusations. She wants blood just to satisfy her own pride. If I marry her, I hand the keys of Beyhos to a woman who will tear our internal stability apart from the inside out." My mother sighs, the rigid lines of her face softening for a split second before hardening again. "The marriage contract is a blood agreement, Janus. Your father signed it before he passed. Her family expects a wedding before the next full moon." "Then her family will be disappointed," I say coldly. I pull a thick, leather-bound book of pack law toward me. I flip the heavy pages aggressively, the paper crisp under my fingers, until I find the sections on alliance dissolution

The room fell silent again as I began to pace around, slow and deliberate, walking behind everyone seated down, making sure they felt uncomfortable and cornered. "My grandfather and Marcus grandfather were indeed close friends who grew up together. They served together in the pack wars, and fought side by side, saved each other's lives more times than either could count. And yes, they made a pact that their families would be united through marriage." I stopped pacing and looked directly at Marcus Blackwood, whose face was growing pale with fright and anxiety as he realized where I was heading with this story. "The only problem," I continued, "was that when both men had sons. Not a son and a

"You will be in it for the money. See him as a bank and the money he'd give you as a loan. He needs you for his own personal reasons and you need him. You're both using each other Lila, nothing is wrong with that." Lila shook her head at that. "Everything is wrong with it Ema." She said as he sat down on the couch. "I have dreamt of my marriage since I was a little girl. My husband would be madly in love with me and he'd be willing to worship the floor I walked on. And my children? I dreamt of having a lot of them. And some pets, a few dogs and a cat that would be the Queen of our house. A contract marriage is the complete opposite of that dream. Ema, I just can't."

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

he affirmed, his voice steady and resolute. As we prepared to confront Carlo and unravel his web of deceit, I felt a surge of empowerment. With Clyde's support and a clear goal in sight, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Our marriage, once a means to an end, now became a symbol of hope and defiance—a pact forged in the fires of betrayal, bound by a shared desire for justice. The condition laid out before us was clear: marriage. As I stood there, facing the expectant gazes of Carmine, Carlo, and Clyde, I felt the weight of my next words settle upon me like a heavy cloak.