Novel & Cerita The Marriage Pact Book

Where does his mind go when we’re together? He gives me these tiny pieces of truth, mixed in with a cocktail of deceit, but I can’t seem to fight this desire deep within my soul to keep fighting for this marriage. To keep fighting for James. But then there is Shawn. He’s the complete opposite of James in every way. And yet here I am, on the verge of divorce to my husband, who refuses to compromise enough to make our marriage work, while the man who was the center of every dream I had of the future up until three years ago, tells me that he reciprocates the feelings I written down all those years ago.

"Vladimir, I am not going to sit around while you..." Eliana snapped at her husband. "You cannot expect me to sell you to the man, Eliana. That is out of question, so no!" Vladimir said glaring at his wife. "We need to get inside, Vladimir. You and I both know that's the only way to do it" *************** It started out with a marriage. A simple contract signed. But when their love conquers even the mafia's darkest desire of revenge.

They probably thought I was crazy, exaggerating, or both. But no matter what they thought, one thing was certain. I did not want to marry Brother Joe. Just the thought of his clammy hands, overly sweet smile, and the way he always looked at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. I would rather stay here, bound by this pact than go back to that life. I grabbed my phone, hoping for any kind of distraction, and opened the pact I had signed earlier. I scrolled through it slowly this time, actually reading instead of skimming. My eyes caught on a cla.use I had completely missed before:

"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.

“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.”

"Come on in. I hope you don't mind the heat. The A/C is broken, and no one has come to fix it yet." She didn’t say anything, just gave a stiff nod before pulling out a sleek leather folder and opening it on the chipped coffee table. “This is the marriage contract. Mr. Knight has instructed us to walk you through its key provisions. It outlines the six-month marriage arrangement.” I sat down slowly, my fingers twitching in my lap. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. The document looked like a small novel. She started reading. “The marriage will be dissolved at the conclusion of the six months. Mr. Knight will provide you with the agreed-upon sum of one million dollars upon successfully comple

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“His brother literally took advantage of me, impregnated me and ran off without looking back, then eight years later he shows up and claim to be in love with me? Ohh please! “ I seethed. “Where was he the entire eight years? Scheming and planning how to arrange a contract marriage with me! Ontop of the whole thing, he still used me to get his inheritance, I just ….” I trailed off realizing I had exposed myself finally to Manuel. “Hold up …. Contract marriage? Inheritance? What are you talking about?!” Manuel asked at once. I exhaled deeply, well I’m out completely now, there’s no need to lie about anything again. “Yeah. We were practically strangers. I agreed to marry him on the condition th

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.

“If you get married within three days, they’re yours. If not, they default to me, and I’ll sign them over to Paige.” My chest felt tight. I had a boyfriend, Liam, but marriage? We’d only been together a short while. I’d always dreamed of marrying for love, not because of a contract. “You’re quiet,” Franklin taunted. “Given up? It all leads to the same place. Marry Lowe Black, and you won’t even need the shares.” *** Three days later, I stood on the courthouse steps in a simple white dress, waiting. I’d called Liam and explained everything, a quick marriage for the shares, a quiet divorce later if we wanted. It was a business arrangement, that’s all. After a brief pause, he’d agreed.