The Remarried Contract Novels & Stories

“Here is the contract, go through it and sign it. I already booked a slot for us with the registrar and he is waiting for us.” I opened the file and read through the two-page document. I read out the seven rules. “You must not be involved with any man till the end of the contract. No one must know it's a contract marriage. There will be no intimacy between us. You will not meddle in my personal affairs. You must be ready to follow me whenever I ask you to. There will be no divorce until the end of the 2-year contract. You will receive 2 million dollars after the marriage certificate has been issued, 3 million dollars after a year, and receive the balance of 5 million dollars at the end of ou

"These are the terms and conditions of our agreement." Back in the solitude of my home, I sank onto the couch and unfolded the contract. The legal jargon sprawled across the pages, outlining a rigid framework: 1. **Duration**: The marriage would endure for one year from the date of signing. 2. **Residency**: I was required to reside exclusively with Zack at his designated home for the entire duration of the marriage. 3. **Public Appearance**: Zack and I must appear together publicly at least once a month, maintaining the facade of a committed couple.

he said, glancing around, “was part of a larger agreement. One your ex-husband didn’t fully explain to you.” My stomach tightened. “What agreement?” He turned to face me fully now, his expression unreadable. “A contract marriage,” he said simply. “One that didn’t end when you signed those papers this morning.” The room seemed to tilt. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “My marriage is over.” “Your marriage to him is,” Mr. Ford corrected. “But not the contract attached to it.” I laughed—short, sharp, disbelieving. “You’re saying I’m still married?”

It was a disaster. “What is the legal damage?” I demanded. Thorne leaned forward, his voice a cold whisper. “The contract explicitly states the marriage is for the purpose of a merger image, and that both parties must maintain plausible deniability regarding any deep, lasting emotional attachment. Why? Because the final settlement is structured around a quick, clean, no-fault divorce after the term is complete.”

RACHEL’S POV “What did you do?” Leo asked, his tone platonic but I could sense the underlying annoyance in his voice. “I did what I could. If we both act as a married couple for just 100 days, then Max Zenin will either invest in my company or yours at the end of it,” I said, folding my arms defensively. I had hoped he would understand, but his expression told me otherwise.

"And the answer is no." "If we remarry," he continued, "the arrangement resets under the new legal terms. A new marriage contract between two consenting adults overrides the original family agreement. Their whole case collapses." "I'm not marrying you to fix a legal problem," I said. "I'm not asking you to marry me to fix a legal problem," he countered. "That's exactly what you just described," I pointed out. "It's also something else," he insisted. "Jonathan." I looked him in the eye. "Last time you asked me to marry you, you said it was for Nora. Then you mentioned potentially for others. Neither of those reasons was good enough. A legal crisis is not the time to try again."

After returning home from the party, I booked a flight to France. Once the call ended, I opened the combination safe and took out the divorce agreement inside. It had been stored there for too long. The text had faded, the ink blurred with age. I sent it to my lawyer, Evan Rothwell, who replied that it would need to be re-signed. Otherwise, it would not hold legal effect. Therefore, I printed a fresh copy. Then I sat on the couch and waited for Luca Moretti to come home. Just like always, he brought me a bouquet of red roses, my favorite.

By page twenty-four, she looked angry. “Absolutely not.” “Maya.” “No. This is not a contract. This is a trap with letterhead.” “It’s standard for clients at this level.” “Standard for people who expect to ruin lives and pay invoices afterward.” Lena rubbed her forehead. “It’s one wedding.” “No, it’s not. You said it yourself. This is a merger wearing a veil.” That was the problem. Maya was right.

I interrupted. "...I would have done it a long time ago." He finished, taking a few more drags from his cigar. He was right, the contract had no hidden clauses as far as I could see. Reluctantly, ignoring all the red flags, I signed it. "Great," he said, tucking the contract away in a drawer. "We can start tomorrow. I'll have my assistant send you the details." I stood up to leave, feeling a sense of foreboding envelop and wash over me. "Okay, I'll be waiting for your message."

Basil nhìn bàn tay ấm áp của cô, đôi môi hơi nhếch lên, sau đó nói: “Anh muốn cưới em giả, chỉ kết hôn có 90 ngày thôi, 90 ngày sau chúng ta sẽ như hai người xa lạ không có gì với nhau. Ai Trong quá trình cần gì tôi sẽ giúp, chỉ cần bạn chỉ bảo, tôi sẽ làm hết ” Helen cảm thấy mình đã nghe nhầm, hoặc hôm nay tai cô không ổn định. Cô ấy đặt tay lên tai và nhặt nó lên, sau đó hỏi lại: "Bạn có biết bạn đang nói về cái gì không?" “Đương nhiên anh biết mình đang nói cái gì, anh đến tìm em để kết hôn giả, chỉ có 90 ngày là kết hôn. Bạn có thể không tin ”.