The Marriage Pact Novel Novels & Stories

Framed, abused, and thrown out into the rain by the family she trusted and by the man she had loved all her life, Iris Hayes survived alone to build a safe life for her daughter, Hope. But when a near-fatal storm brings the volatile billionaire Vladimir Vasily into her world, she is forced into a marriage of convenience to protect her child. Facing dark family secrets, a bitter rivalry, and the trauma she has buried for years, Iris must drop her quiet mask, bring down her enemies, and reclaim the stolen legacy that is rightfully hers. WARNING: This story contains 18+ mature content.

A wave of relief swam through my body as I asked, "But why? Why would you want them to fuck me? You son of a bitch, I thought you said no more secrets… shit I should have known you set me up." "Well," he said as he paused to gather his thoughts. "The boys had a pact when I met them. They were all single guys too busy partying with other girls and living life to the fullest. They thought that marriage would get in the way of them having fun, and so they decided that they would all stay single and party for the rest of their days." He took another pause. "When I wanted to be their friend, they said whoever would be the first one to break this pact would have to let one of the other boys have h

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.

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

Ferhat turns off the cell phone and Rabia tells her mother what is happening. “Come on Rabia tell me. What there was"? “Do you believe that Mr. Berat will enforce the Marriage Contract between Ferhat and a stranger. The mother puts her hand over her mouth in surprise. "How absurd" “It is really absurd. He is demanding that Ferhat marry a woman he has never seen in his life. Can that”? Merve shakes her head. "It seems that Berat has not yet forgotten this blessed Marriage Contract." “He has not forgotten and will not forget. Tell me what country is this that forces people who don't know each other to get married?

“You’ve lost your mind. You know, I’m already married.” “To Matteo Salvatore. I know,” he said, standing and beginning to circle me like a predator. “But let’s be honest… there are many kinds of marriages, and yours has a very interesting little detail.” I stayed silent, trying not to react. “A contract,” he smiled, stopping behind me. “You two married for protection. It’s in writing. What a beautiful reason, isn’t it? Love? Passion? No. Security. A deal based on mutual interests.”

It felt heavy, substantial, like a ledger of sins. ​"The time for contracts written in spreadsheets is over, Evie," he said, his golden eyes hardening. "Your problem is five million dollars. My problem is political. This document solves both." ​Evie looked down at the title emblazoned across the front page in stark, silver lettering: MARRIAGE CONTRACT AND ALLIANCE PACT. ​A shocked, involuntary gasp escaped her. She snatched up the document, her fingers fumbling as she flipped through the pages. The legal jargon was dense, but the content was sickeningly clear:

“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.”

“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

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish