The Marriage Pact Novel Novels & Stories

“You must be stupider than you look.” I chuckled in return, sensing that Vik was as still as a statue on the other side of me. I could only assume he was struggling to understand what I was possibly getting at. He would learn eventually. Keeping that proximity between us just to tease her, I continued, “A marriage pact promises protection on both sides. Abandon this other family and join us. I promise we don’t bite what’s ours.” Maria’s mouth opened and closed again like she was struggling to find the right words. She was at a loss, but as she glanced at the men snickering around her, annoyance returned to her eyes.

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

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The Widow’s Pact Intro; After the suspicious death of her much older husband a wealthy, controlling arms dealer Naomi Seraphine finds herself the target of both the government and the underground empire he once ruled. But when his cold, brutal protégé Cassian Drevko arrives at her doorstep with a quiet warning and a contract everything changes. She thought she’d escaped, But she didn’t just marry into power… She married into a blood-bound pact. Now she must submit to the one man her husband feared a ruthless enforcer with a past as secret as hers. A man who claims she owes him her loyalty and her body.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

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

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

“He manipulated you to sign this contract and has now brainwashed you into thinking it was the right thing to do.” “I’m not brainwashed and I’m not saying the contract was the right thing to do. We made a mistake.” “He made a mistake offering you.” “And I signed it willingly.” “That still doesn’t lessen his sin,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. It probably alerted the entire neighbourhood of the commotion in our house. Oh shit, Adonis was right upstairs. “This is marriage, not a game.” “No, it’s not,” I said in a low voice, hoping he would follow. “So you can’t take me home with my husband’s knowledge.”

“Seems I am to marry after all. I wonder how Nicky will react when I tell her about my marriage to a stranger(Sighs deeply)” I stood at the altar close to the smiling priest, he seemed more happy than the bride. Who is the bride? I guess it's me. Am I really getting married? Should I call the police saying they are forcing me to get married? Fiona will kill me if I make a fuse today. It was 11.am already but there was no guest. So called wedding day without a single guest? The Church's big door opened and a man entered and he held the door wider for the second man. The second man was the rude man that I met in the restroom.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi