Novel & Cerita The Marriage Pact Book

I stared at him across the café table, watching as he calmly laid out the details of our upcoming marriage like he was planning a business merger. He looked so good so serious like that. "We’ll stay married for a year," he said, his voice steady, almost too steady, like he had practiced this several times. "We will be married for that time frame and then we’ll get a divorce. I’ll take full responsibility for it publicly—I’ll say I was the one at fault. I’ll compensate you for your time and trouble, and you won’t have to worry about the media backlash. I’ll handle it all. I just need to play your part well."

I grabbed the schedule book first but just as I was about to pick the file, my eyes widened. A CONTRACT MARRIAGE?!!

|My Marriage Is A Contract- Craving The Girl He Always Wanted| °Chapter Two° •JENNY DARLINGTON• Week later, I finally moved into the new apartment. Fortunately for me the house agent had gotten it within days and I was able to pack the things I could and left the ones that had memories of the both of us. I did not want the memories of my past living with me at all.

"There's no turning back. So let's put an end to our sexless and loveless marriage. Let me give you what I want and what you want, Tameka. That way, we'll never have to be apart once we do this. You'll become my obligation. Our marriage will finally be for real. A real marriage where I promise to protect you, and you'll be mind." Tameka laughed softly, "I don't feel married to you. But, to be honest, Copeland. It's been three years, and you have been committed to someone else and me to my work in Paris." "I want to change that now. What can I do to change that, Tameka?" Tameka, at this moment utterly weak, fighting to be strong. She wants to give in, but what will tomorrow bring? Will it be

No, who cared though, she has to die, she couldn't possibly make my reign a bad one ' Where ever you are Sarah, I would find you ' I said to myself and left to my bedroom THIRD PERSON'S POV "Oh no! This is just the beginning Liam, I would make your reign the worst the Werewolves would experience" The man said, not without a maniac laugh "He would end the life of their very own helper, and the disaster he is trying so bad to prevent, would befall them, when he least expect, ha-ha" Freda, the prohetess said and they both laughed

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.

she said. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

Hale marches me straight to it and shoves me down onto the mattress, not violent, not gentle—just inevitable. He picks up the file, flipping it open with a sharp snap of his wrist, and tosses a pen onto the bed beside me. “Sign it,” he says, voice smooth and sharp enough to gut me where I sit. I blink at the document, overtaken with a different kind of panic—bile rising in my throat. It’s a marriage contract. Terms. Conditions. Ownership. My whole fucking life condensed into neat black letters and bloodless psychobabble. “Go fuck yourself,” I bite out, each word saturated with venom.

"I understand, Mia. We'll set clear boundaries and respect each other's independence. It won't be a conventional marriage, but I promise to honor our agreement." With that, we sealed our unconventional deal, setting in motion a series of events that would test our resolve and challenge the boundaries of our hearts. Little did I know that this contract marriage would plunge me into a world of luxury, temptation, and secrets. It would ignite a spark between Nathaniel and me, one that neither of us could ignore. And as our lives became entangled, we would discover that the line between duty and desire was far blurrier than we could have ever imagined. ***************