The Presidents Contract Lover Novels & Stories

They both came up with an agreement: they'd pretend to be in love in front of others while being free to secretly be with other people intimately. The contract was for 3 years, and it stated: 1. No intimacy except with others. 2. Confidentiality. 3. They must move in together when married. 4. They must act in love when they are with his parents. When Celine went through the contract, she was satisfied with it, and both of them signed it. Christopher drove them both to the courthouse, as he had a judge waiting for them. The marriage process did not take long; they became legally married that same morning.

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

Anthony All Busy Whitmore and finally hand him the blessed signed contract and he assured me that as soon as he authenticated everything that was needed he would send me a copy, I just nodded and went home determined to eat something that would stay in my stomach. After he gave me back the copy of the contract, our "relationship" basically boiled down to him calling me once a day just to drop a question that was really starting to annoy me, "Are you okay? And I, being the good person that I was, was trying very hard not to answer him as sarcastically as I would like to, instead taking a deep breath and saying that I was fine despite the nausea that didn't seem to want to leave me alone.

he expressed and I was left speechless. “Declan” I tried to speak but my breath stuttered. “I need you to hear me out” he said, taking in a deep breath as his thumb brushed over the back of my hand in slow and tender strokes. “Bella. When I offered you that contract, I told myself that it was just business and you were a means to polishing my public image. And you could help me secure votes in becoming the president of Westwood company. But somewhere along the way you became everything to me, and not just a name on a piece of paper. Not a political strategy but just you”

Khyle didn't like talking about his personal life, or lack thereof, and Gunner didn't want to give too much away on him. He shrugged. "Hn. Don't think so." "Or a boyfriend? Because I'll cheat on this guy for him." The sound of skin smacking skin was instant. "Hey!" Any trace of amusement that may have lingered on the enforcer's face drained away, and he stared at the two bickering lovers in silence. "Hey. Everybody gets one." "Says who?" "It's in the contract." "What contract? We don't have a contract." "The couples contract. It's like a universal constant or something."

“I-I want to start from the basics. If this is about a contract to be your lover, that means a couple, right? You and me? What kind of couple?” “Haven’t you ever been in a relationship before?” Irina flinched, choosing to avert her gaze. Even so, I knew her ears had heard what I was about to say. “First, here’s the contract between us. Read it,” I demanded, handing her the sheet of paper. “Bratva Contract Lover!” She began spelling out the big title, paused, and then spoke again. “First Party, The Pakhan.” She looked at me, and I nodded in response.

“That sham marriage of yours must be exhausting.” A chorus of laughter followed. “Seven years with that woman,” another voice chimed in. “You must feel trapped.” Adrian’s voice came again, low and heavy. “You have no idea.” The words pierced through me deeper than I ever expected. I stood paralyzed outside the door, my heart shattered. “Man,” someone joked, “I bet you’re counting the days until that contract ends.” Adrian didn't answer. But he didn't deny it, either. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. Imagine how he complains. Imagine how I lived. Seven years of silence. Seven years of humiliation. Seven years of loving someone who never wanted me.

she suggested, everyone there nodding in agreement. "I apologize for the interruption. This is my wife, Ashleigh Cagliari. We recently got married" Adrian said, raising up their interlocked hands and rubbing it gently with his other palm. "Amore, these are my clients who have come for contract signing " he leaned and whispered in her ear, his hands leaving their interlocked ones to rest on the small of her back firmly.

Jacob Harrison, the enigmatic billionaire, paced back and forth in his luxurious penthouse, his heart pounding with mounting anxiety. He couldn't shake the feeling that Katie, his contract lover, was getting closer to uncovering the truth about their arrangement. It had started as a simple contract, an arrangement to appease his overbearing family, but now his heart had become entangled in the web of lies and secrets.

Cutting me short, he replied, "No no no no, there was a clause, you didn't read it well. You don't take your time to read contracts? You skipped that part because I know you thought we wouldn't kiss. Well, I'm sorry, you are still stuck in the deal here, there's no signing out my lady." My ears made a loud sound in it, "Can I get another kiss?" he asked, biting his lower lip and I shook my head in disapproval, at that moment, the door creaked open and from my side view, I could see that it was the president. Pretending like I didn't see him, I pulled Jayden closer to myself and slammed my lips on his. Grabbing his hair slightly and closing my eyes, his hands slipped under my top. I wanted to