Wife Contract And Love Covenants Novels & Stories

"Why are you getting shocked for everything!" "Tell me everything, you know about her", when Ellen leaned closer to him for an answer, his heart skipped as words slipped through in front of her mesmerizing eyes, "I just saw her one time", he felt his voice fail when she smiled and winked, "I don't even know her name" Vivian who stood in the side and looking at the lovey-dovey couple spoke, "My my, it seems like the cold-hearted cousin! Relly is a great wife who gets easily jealous"

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."

“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.”

Priya said. "That it can change, depending on who invokes it, and how many people stand with them at the moment of invocation. Wren said the clause was written for a single woman, alone, offering everything she had left to give. But she said, if enough people who love that woman are willing to share the weight, the covenant might accept a different kind of payment. Smaller pieces, carried by many, instead of one enormous piece carried by one." The room went very still, the only sound the low crackle of the fire in Priya's hearth.

"Public and private both. Not theater for photographers. If I'm putting my name and my capital behind tearing a man's empire down for a woman I met yesterday, I need this arrangement airtight enough that no lawyer on Graham's payroll can find a seam in it. A contract marriage that reads like a contract marriage the moment anyone looks closely is worse than no marriage at all." My pulse was doing something I didn't have a name for close to the panic from the rooftop the night before, except sharper now, aimed squarely at the man across the table instead of the crowd behind him. "You're asking me to actually be your wife," I said slowly, testing each word before I let it go. "Not a signature.

"Celine was never eligible." "No," Halloway said. "When the loan crisis arrived, six weeks before your wedding, and the families' lawyers began structuring the marriage covenant that would keep the foundation solvent, I do not believe anyone involved in that negotiation — not your mother, not the Voss family's counsel, not even Adrian himself, from what you've told me of his own account of those weeks — understood that the covenant they were building could only ever be legally satisfied by one specific person. They assumed, reasonably, given the generic language most modern covenants use, that any Vale daughter would do. Your sister was engaged to Adrian believing herself the intended bride.

“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.