Will You Marry Me Under Contract Novels & Stories

He seems to be choosing his next words carefully, which makes the uneasiness in my chest grow. I wait. He takes a slow breath. “I want you to marry me.” My entire body goes still. I stare at him, waiting for him to take the words back. He doesn’t. “Not permanently,” he says. “A contract marriage.” I stare at him again, wondering if I heard him correctly. My mind struggles to connect the words he has just said. Marriage. Contract. Davis. None of them should belong in the same sentence. My lips part, but nothing comes out.

That was insanity. "I—I don't even know you," she stammered. "You don't need to," Raymond said, tilting his head slightly. "It's a contract marriage, Michelle. Nothing more." Her breath hitched. "A contract?" "Yes," he confirmed. "It will last as long as I need it to. No expectations. No emotions. Just an agreement that solves our problems and benefits us both." Michelle’s heart pounded in her chest. It was madness. Absolute madness. And yet… a part of her—the desperate part—was tempted to agree.

"Just a status on paper?" asked Richie for reassurance. "Without interfering with each other's business?" Sharlynn nodded with a twinkle in her eye. It was as if she hoped the man before her would take her up on her offer. "We will meet tomorrow morning. I will draw up a contract on paper. If you agree, you can sign it, and we will get married. But if you don't agree to the contract terms, there will be no wedding," Richie said firmly and then walked away, leaving Sharlynn with a beaming face.

Contract Marriage My head moved when I heard Stefano's voice, so my attention went to him. "Sign that contract. I will help you hide and escape from your family but in exchange for that, I want you to marry me tomorrow because my parents have been pestering me to get married for a long time now. I'm getting irritated because they keep repeating themselves. Our marriage will only last for three years so you can save up and be able to support yourself on your own without your family when you already escape from them. I just want to remind you again that you are heavily guarded by your mother's men, so if you don't want to get shot and put your life at risk, you'll sign that contract. All the t

as he likes to call them as a wife is not allowed” “that’s absurd….what if you’re in love with her? I ask “I don’t fall in love miss evans” he answers his tone sharp I nod “so I marry you for one year…and in exchange you’ll help pay for my sisters treatment? “yes” he nods “okay I take a deep breath “what is expected of me if i’m to marry you” I ask wanting to know what i’m getting myself into “you’ll live with me in my house for the duration of the marriage…we’ll try to show up as a loving couple to the public…you’ll meet my family, the rest of the stipulations will be stated in a contract you’ll sign before the day of the wedding” he explains

Never, will I allow anyone to trample on me ever again! When I have gotten well, I finally signed the contract with Ken. I read every single line and understood it. In the contract, it states that no matter what, none of us is allowed to fall for another, and also, if this fake relationship leads to marriage, we have no other choice but to accept it, and after a year of the marriage.. we can end everything for good.

Why would a man like him want to marry me? “Um… we can’t really escape that because the… the proposal is in the contract.” “I made the contract. I can change the rules,” he said. I smiled at first… until the words hit me. Made the contract? So he purposely—oh shit. This was all a–

"What exactly do you want me to do? Magically produce the papers? Goddammit. Tomorrow, we will go to the court, get married, and then sign the contract papers too." "Get married??" She stilled, confusion written all over her delicate features. "I thought it was a..." "Fake marriage?" I hissed. "You are wrong, sweetheart. We will get married legally, and after that, it will be up to us to add the terms of our marriage." "But... the contract marriage, doesn't it cover all?" Of course she didn't think of that aspect. "We can't hand that contract to your parents as proof of our marriage or to anyone who might doubt or request it."

“This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to help you. Don’t let me regret helping you. Marrying you is my gain, and don’t let me regret doing this with you, okay?” My face flushes with embarrassment, but I still need to push further. “I know, and I am sorry. I understand it’s a contract. I just think living with a grown man under one roof won’t really... really make sense. Perhaps we could... I think we could make it... work. Yes, we could make it work.” “Make what work? You better stop dreaming. I told you about this. There’s nothing to work about. You are here to play your part after I have paid the bills. Don’t imagine what will not happen. Don’t, don’t think about th

“Being cozy with her in front of me. We’re supposed to be married.” His expression didn’t change. “We are married.” “You know what I mean. The contract doesn’t make us… all the things. But it does say we don’t date other people. We don’t sleep with other people.” He blinked, very slowly. “I know what the contract says.” He said.