The Marriage Pact Novel Novels & Stories

"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

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

So, don't you dare to come between Manik and me ", she looks at him in rage and leaves the room. Dhruv walks into the building, he opens the door with a key. He stepped inside the house and walk to the bedroom and look at the girl, the girl is his life. She is the love of his life, his peace, his solace. She is Saloni, she works as his secretary where he falls for her. But he can not marry her because she is an orphan and he knows his father will never agree to their relationship. He come to the conclusion, where he married her secretly and decided to marry the girl whom his father will like but for his namesake only. Then his father brings the proposal of Alya,his brother's girlfriend. He t

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

I said, leaning back, my smirk still firmly in place. Cameron shot me one last look—half wary, half something else I couldn’t quite name—before he grabbed his coat and walked out of the café. The moment he was gone, I let my smile drop. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair. Cameron had a girl he liked. And yet… he was going to marry me and it was clearly not by choice. The thought twisted in my chest, sharp and bitter. I had agreed to this marriage because I wanted Cameron. I wanted him in a way I didn’t even fully understand myself. But for him? I was nothing more than a means to an end. And I wasn’t sure if I could handle that.

His eyebrows raised questiongly. Aaron looked at his gobsmacked face and nodded his eyes while still half bending his body on the rope. "It's true." He shrugs casually again back to look at the front wall. "She signed it." He asked frantically. Aaron watched Daniel with the corner of his eyes as he knows he couldn't digest the news he just announced maybe nobody can as this is the stupid thing he did. It's the fucking reality and he had mix up the real life with any fictional novel. Truly, he did get this idea reading some contract marriage novel which Kathy likes to read but it's truly obscure to even think that way in real life. As there are only two marriages that exist in this world. Fir

My right arm tingles in awareness, the heat from his large form touching my body, even though there is no real contact. "Si." "I am aware of the circumstances you are both under right now, getting married to strangers, essentially," he says, making me squirm uncomfortably. "However, I would appreciate it if you were to—" he pauses, maybe deciding on his words. "—Act like you are in love, getting married out of love," Liam finishes for him. My eyes widen, and my future husband lets out a sound that was close to a laugh, but not quite. "Stai scherzando, cazzo," he spits, making me flinch. I start to fiddle with my hands nervously. (You're fucking kidding.)

I dropped my keys on the console. This penthouse was the only place in the city where the air didn't taste like gunpowder. But today, the silence felt heavy. I was married. Three hours ago, I’d signed my life away to a Cruz, and the world hadn't stopped spinning. It felt like everything had shifted, yet I was still the same man. Convenience. That’s what they called it. I knew Lanka’s file—the brawls, the drug rumors, the recklessness. He was a disaster waiting to happen.

I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."