The Marriage Pact Novel Novels & Stories

"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. ***************

Or hijack a plane even! “Are you sure? I mean…” “See for yourself,” she cut in his sentence midway producing a paper. It was the marriage certificate which had initiated the whole set-up. The one he had signed instead of his father. The one which bore his signature at one end and Rachel’s at the other end. It read that he was agreeing to marry Miss Rachel Lloyd within three days – which he had and that he wouldn’t be able to get a divorce till Devin Crighton gave his approval.

he said carefully, “to really think you have a choice, Mrs. Cantrell.” The way he said my new last name made something twist unpleasantly in my chest. I lifted my chin. “Well maybe I do,” I shot back. “You said this marriage was a contract, not a prison sentence.” His gaze sharpened a little. “Yes,” he said. “A contract.” “And contracts usually involve mutual agreement.” Dominic placed the tablet down slowly on the table. Then he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows against the polished surface, fingers folding together. The movement was small but it made my stomach tighten for some reason.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait for tomorrow. What difference does it make, today or tomorrow? All that matters is that it's finally happening, and then..." "You entered into a contract marriage with me for the inheritance. You can't back down now until you achieve your desires. I won't sign the damn paper until I watch Grandpa handing all of your shares to you." "You won't dictate what I want. You have no right to care about me. It was a six-month contract marriage, and six months will it be, Miss Rogers," he snapped as I bit my lips, looking elsewhere.

“This is insane.” “Absolutely.” “We’re married.” “It appears so.” “People are going to talk.” “Let them.” She looked up at me again. This time something warm flickered in her eyes, something she probably didn’t even notice. “What now?” she asked. I took a slow breath. “We make a pact.” “A pact?” “We stay married until you decide otherwise. We give you time to process. You take the master suite. I take the guest room. And we don’t touch unless you ask. That’s the pact.”

He didn’t want to live in his son’s shadow, just as he already lived in his wife’s shadow. “Mom, I’m not going to marry just anyone,” he retorted, irritated. He really wanted the presidency, but not at the cost of marrying a woman who was only after his money—and, above all, without love. Yes, John believed in marrying for love. “That’s why we suggested a contract. Think about it: you get married, take over the group, and after three years, you’re free,” Martha argued. “No love, no emotional obligations. Just an agreement. And of course, a well-calculated compensation.”

"You make a deal with me." "What kind of deal?" "The kind that keeps you and your family alive. The kind that gives me the voting rights I need to stop David's takeover. The kind that's mutually beneficial." He pulled a thick folder from his jacket. "A contract marriage." Nina laughed. Actually laughed. "You're insane."

I breathe, letting my mouth move on autopilot still, not wanting to second guess my decision. “Yes,” he grumbles through gritted teeth before moving over to his seat behind his desk and giving us a wide berth. His muscles ripple beneath his fitted navy suit and I watch him move hungrily, every inch of his powerful body a predator. I don’t miss the disdain in his voice, nor the fact that he waited until after I said yes. But he still agreed. He still rejected the bond, didn’t fight for it. That was the only thing that kept me from second-guessing myself. How would it work anyway? Sure, we’re forming an alliance, but we’re both leaders from two separate, very different, packs. There’s no way t

This is a marriage contract between Ryder and Scarlett which states that they’ll be married for a year! “This is a farce marriage!” he realizes. “They lied!” Scarlett quickly hides behind a wall and watches from afar. Hector now knows that Scarlett and Ryder had signed a contract for marriage. His eyes are turning from anger to a strange excitement as if he’s planning something. “Scarlett’s marriage is a lie!” He gleefully says. “I knew it! She can only love me. This means…she’s still mine.” She can feel her body crawl with disgust. The fact that she once loved him makes her cringe hard and seeing his evil grin only makes her glad that she came out of that relationship. Suddenly, jail seems

"If you insist, I'd have to call the cops on you." I nodded slowly and dragged my feet out of the house. I got into my car and drove off. I promised myself that I would never go back to Sally's house or try to converse with her and explain myself. The did had already been done, and that was what mattered the most. I wondered why I was bothering so much about Sally and trying to build back a marriage that wasn't true to begin with. A planned marriage that we both entered into just for the benefit and not for love. I got home and picked a few things.