Will You Marry Me Under Contract Novels & Stories

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.

“You're not the only one having issues at home. So, let’s get married.” “What?” She smacked. “It’s simple. I don’t like you, you probably don’t like me too, so nothing romantic can happen between us, which means a contract marriage is perfect for us.” He answered with a grin.

Darryl opened the door without even turning around. "Is there anything more important than discussing our plans?" Charles jumped up and down and yelled. "Pick up my wife." "..." Charles froze for a moment, totally speechless. It wasn't until he heard Darryl driving away that he came to his senses. Charles thought he must have heard wrong. How could Darryl get married without him knowing? Charles feels that their friendship has been betrayed, apparently they have agreed that when they get married, they must tell the other two friends first. But Darryl quietly married.

I snapped and would have continued if I hadn't been interrupted. "What the hell is this nonsense?!" Chloe screeched. "Nathan, tell me what the fuck is going on, right now!" Mahn, I was doomed. Noah had been right. I should have taken care of things with Lily immediately after I had signed the damn marriage contract. Frankly, I hadn't been willing to let Lily go. I was so sure my marriage with Chloe would be sour and would not last. Lily was a wonderful mistress. Damn, she was hot and naughty and everything I had wanted in a woman.

He was still looking carefully at the photo. "I still don't get it. You were only married by contract, and I'm sure your mother did this because she didn't approve of your marriage. Shouldn't you be happy when she asks for a divorce? Especially since you can replace her with a famous model. What's got you down?"

"Then in exchange for your willingness to marry Mr. Mike, you will get material facilities such as credit cards, money, your father's treatment, and such, and especially Mr. Mike will help you take back your company to be in your hands again. I believe he already told you so." I nodded and looked at Mike who was still staring at me without speaking. "And lastly, your marriage will only be three years old from the time you sign this contract. If anything happens outside of this agreement, then you and Mr. Mike can discuss it together," he explained, ending. "One more thing, this marriage is confidential from Mr. Ben, his nephew." I picked up the pen and signed the contract without thinking. I

"Of course, it matters. If you two don't like each other, then I still have a chance. Life is dull, being with a woman like you is interesting." Serena gave him a disdainful look, wiped her mouth with a tissue after eating, and stood up. "You don't need to say such things to test me. What Matthew and I have is, speaking frankly, a contractual relationship. He married me under grandpa's coercion, and I'm not confident enough to make him fall head over heels for me. We both understand this boundary." Finishing her words, she walked to the door, adding, "Thanks for treating me today. "

And Diego Ferrer, seeing her smile, thinking she was happy knowing she could get away with it he closed his eyes and pulled her wife to his lips and forced her to explore his mouth in a passionate kiss that just revealed Diego was ready to play and submit her under his rules. They were marrying for a contract, no more than that. “Don’t enjoy this so much, dear wife. You’ll regret having said ‘yes, I do’” Diego murmured. Taking her hand in his, Diego smiled at the crown in front of them. They seemed to be happy for them. If only they could that marriage was led by a contract that finished up with two lives full of dreams.

I nod in recognition, “I get what you’re going through and no matter how tempting your offer sounds, I’ll have to reject it” “Why? No matter what you’re thinking, there’s no way you’ll be able to find someone who's willing to marry you in two months and won’t have ulterior motives. I’ll marry you, give you a child and I won’t be greedy” I smile, “follow me in” I say, holding out the door for her. All I needed to hear was that she considered it a business contract between two parties.

Maybe he does have some use after all. “Fine. But under the condition that any potential romance or intimacy is off the table, especially because of the age gap. I’m sure that your mate wouldn’t like that either.” “I don’t have one or rather, I haven’t found one yet.” “Oh.” Now that might be a problem. But there’s room for a contract marriage. No mate at his age means he’ll never find one on his own and his pack is probably pushing for him to find one soon. Honestly, the pros are outweighing the cons and I’ll get something out of this. Seems worth it if you ask me. “I have a better offer,” I told him. “Let’s get married.”