Wife Contract And Love Covenants 소설 & 이야기

It would have been great if he had attained the amount he needs faster. 'I made the pact with her so that I can get the amount I needed to start my own business but who would have thought that selfish Elle, will lock me down with the same pact.' After their marriage for one month, he was a house husband; who did all the housework for her and stayed cooped in her house. But then as he couldn't handle that he asked her for an alternative and this is what he gets in return. A job that anyone can do as long as they have a pen to sign. The thing he does all day was to sign hundreds of documents till the clock hits 5 pm, 'this ain't much different from how I was back at her house and my house'

She recognized the blue wax seal. The Marriage Contract. The document they had signed weeks ago. The document that defined her as an asset, a partner, a fake wife in a mutually beneficial arrangement. "This document," Cyprian said, holding it up, "states that our union is a strategic partnership for the purpose of asset consolidation and social positioning. It contains exit clauses. It contains non-disclosure agreements. It outlines the division of spoils." Vespera nodded, her throat tight. "Yes." "It protected us," Cyprian said. "It defined the rules of engagement."

Already shared over a thousand times. She didn't stumble into that boardroom. She was placed there. Ask yourself how a woman stays married through three confirmed affairs and walks away with a seat at the table instead of a settlement. He was unfaithful. Repeatedly. Openly. And she stayed, every time. Ask yourself what a woman gets for that kind of loyalty. Then ask yourself if loyalty is even the right word. The contract. Yes, there was one. Ask yourself what kind of love needs a contract to exist.

"We shall make love. Our love will ever stand out. This will create an eternal bond." "Come on, Seth. Come on," she moaned. I took off my pants, flung the blanket over us, settled on her, widened her lap. Again, I'd say, it was time to worship my woman's body. Henceforth, she was obliged to me, I was obliged to her. This was our covenant; our love in another phase; a hundred percent deal. ***

“Ahaha! What took you so long to confess that? Alright, what would it be then?” “... This woman, our children, I will use my gifted strength to protect them. My wife owns my loyalty. Our children own my love. I covenant to every powerful deity that in the middle of the crowd of betrayal, or bitterness, I will stay with this woman who called my name and lifted me out from the darkness. I promise to love her… Down beneath the pit of thorns.” … … THE END

Mira and Cohen intertwined their hands as they faced each other. “I, Cohen Marshal Kingsley, take you, Mirabelle Callidora de Magnuson Kincaid as my wife, my partner, my best friend, my mate, and my one true love. I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, and my compassionate care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. With this ring, I give you my heart, my soul, and all of me that from this day forward you will not walk alone. May my heart be your shelter and my arms be your home,” Cohen recited his vow.

Place it between us. She doesn’t rush. She reads. Immediate civil marriage within seventy-two hours. Three-year term.Separate financial structures. Mandatory public unity.Absolute loyalty. Her eyes pause.”Define loyalty.” “You do not undermine me publicly or privately in matters of business.” “And you?” “The same.” “Infidelity?” “Not during the term.”Her gaze lifts. “And after?” “We renegotiate.”She doesn’t smile. “Physical expectations?” “None required.” That makes her blink.”None?” “This is a strategic union. Nothing more unless mutually agreed.”

“No, you know the version of me you signed a contract with.” “And I know the woman who stayed and faced her fears, the woman who has done nothing but respect me. Care for me. And most importantly you’ve made this whole contract thing very easy.” Emily’s fingers tightened around the ring. “This arrangement benefits me too,” she said quickly. “Don’t turn me into some selfless saint. We had an agreement. Hope you didn’t forget. It's just a contract. you protect me. I appear to your board of directors as your wife.”

Noah stated his conditions in plain words. His voice was flat. It was evident that the man was accustomed to making commands. It had the power to make people subconsciously obey his orders, irresistibly. Emily stared at the paper. The two year contract was going to be better than staying in the Masons' family or her family. Moreover, marrying someone as powerful as Noah will protect her from her family and from Masons' family. Noah's signature was already on the papers. It was also sealed with an official seal.

No, no, no— For the duration of thirty (30) consecutive days, Sadie Sinclair agrees to enter into a legally binding marital contract with Cassian Wolfe… The room tilted. My hands started shaking as I kept reading. Public appearances. Shared residence. Unified image. And there it was—neat, clinical, devastating: Failure to comply constitutes breach of contract and will result in immediate termination of all agreed financial obligations, including but not limited to hospital funding. I slammed the tablet down. “You tricked me,” I whispered. The woman didn’t react. “You signed without review.” “I was desperate,” I snapped. “You knew that.” “Yes,” she said simply.