The Marriage Pact Book Novels & Stories

He whispers without looking at me, but I quickly glance at him and, not knowing what to say, turn my gaze back to the priest. ... "I now pronounce you husband and wife!" These final words definitively closed my shackles. I know very well it's not a real marriage, and everything in this temple is just a simple act. However, all the rules of this contract literally bind me to the D'Angelo surname, and every step of mine will be dictated by the stunningly beautiful and annoyingly sexy man beside me. My eyes fixate on the white gold ring on my ring finger and the delicate and beautiful solitary stone, large enough that I know, is every bride's desire to receive. Then, I slide the wide band ring

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

I bite my lower lip to hide the smile that threatened to spread on my face. "A marriage." "What?" All three of us, Aria,cool grandpa and I said in unison. "A marriage contract between Aria and Alex." Aria scoffed. "You must be crazy. You think I'll walk out of a marriage and run straight into another one? You're out of your mind." "Dad…" I trail off not knowing what to say. Did I want to tie the knots with Aria? Definitely. Did I want it to happen this way? Not at all.

She looks as if she has been crying for hours. This shocks Hector to no end. He never saw Scarlett sad, much less crying like that! “Scarlett what are you-” he begins but she hastily ignores him and walks off. He stares at her in confusion. What’s going on? His gaze falls on a document lying on the ground. He picks it up and reads it. “Marriage contract?” He reads out loud. Hector goes through the contract, his eyes widening in shock. This is a marriage contract between Ryder and Scarlett which states that they’ll be married for a year!

So handsome. Wait what?! What am I talking about?! "Good choice Ms. Gray." He said and clapped his hands once. He gave me a piece of paper. "Read that Ms. Gray befroe we discuss about some important matters." He said as he continued browsing something on his laptop. I looked at the paper and read it silently. Marriage Condition. Seriously? There still a condition? But on the second thought, I think this is better if we had conditions right? I mentally sighed. This day is really the worst day of my life!

Julius places a hand on my shoulder, "Are you sure you're making the right decision marrying that girl?" I nod my head, "Of course I am, she's my Mate." "I know, but is now the right time?" Dean continues to question me, "Is this the right time to be bringing someone new into the pack?" "What does the pack have anything to do with me marrying Harper?" Now I'm confused, "They'll accept her as their Luna." Though the pack will be surprised by my sudden marriage, it won't affect the lives of the wolves under my command. As their Alpha, the pack trusts the decisions I make for them, and this is something that not only benefits me, but them as well.

If that were how we started choosing our life partner, marriage would be nothing but a business deal between a man and a woman. Men like Gavin required a lot from their wives. The women must have a higher bid on the plate than the men already have. Glamour, fame, reputation, charities, parties, and more mingled in the husband and wife’s daily routine, and both of them had to go with these. I wasn’t that woman in any way. Even if I were born once again, there was no way I could cope with that environment, but here I was living a life that someone else should have lived. It was a phenomenon that Gavin proposed to me for marriage when, in reality, I wasn’t anywhere near that man. Surely, it did

My hand hovered near her, not touching, because some things had to be claimed with words first. When she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible motion I heard was like a bell. Not a victory for me, necessarily. Not yet. But the world had shifted. The game we both loved had become a pact, and pacts were made to be enforced. “Okay,” she said finally, voice steady enough to betray nothing. “I’ll marry you. But know this: I didn’t come to you for pity.” Good. I never offered pity. I offered power. And power had a price.

Stephano leans back slightly in his chair, one arm resting along the armrest, his expression bored as he stares at Mr Whitmore while his parents remain calm and observant. “This agreement shall remain in effect for a period of two years from the date of signing,” the officiant begins, his voice calm and even. “The marriage will be legally binding for the full duration, with no provision for early termination once executed...” He says. No provision for early termination. I feel my fingers press into my palm beneath the table. Two years suddenly feels less like a timeframe and more like a sentence. I glance at Stephano briefly, wondering if that clause unsettles him at all, but he remains stil

“Your ex. Zach. Why haven’t you finalized your divorce? If this is going to keep bleeding into your work, I need to know.” Her mouth opened, then closed again. I could see her debating whether to lie or not. Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out a thick, battered book: Werewolf-Human Marriage Law. The corners were frayed, and the pages marked up. She set it on the table between us like she’d been carrying this weight around for years. “This,” she said quietly, “is why.” She flipped to a dog-eared page and pointed to a clause highlighted in yellow.