契約 Novels & Stories

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

That's what the contract is for. The contract.

“I’ll sign the contracts.” The relief in the room was immediate. A few of them straightened in their seats, excitement dancing across their faces as they exchanged quick glances. I didn’t give them time to speak. “But,” I continued, my tone sharpening slightly, “my team will be monitoring everything closely. The rates, the movement, the charts—every detail of this agreement will be tracked.” “And if anything looks off, we address it immediately. I don’t tolerate discrepancies.” I flipped open the first document, scanned it briefly, then picked up the pen and started signing.

I just shook my head and accepted everything, even if it seemed unreasonable; I needed his money. Well, I signed it, and after two hours, Aries returned and took the documents. “I’m leaving, Ma’am, Sir,” he continued. Suddenly, I was embarrassed because he called me ma’am when he knew this was just a contract. “Why do we have to move here?” I wondered when we were alone again.

I whirled back while smirking at my mother in law, who was peeping at me desperately and then stepped ahead. She is vicious, she can never improve and will never come out of her vicious acts. I held Arnav's hand and headed ahead. I reminded Arnav, "Don't you want to get signed the papers from your Mom?" "Ohh yes, give me a file," He asked for a file and handed the yellow file. My mother in law is also a share Holder in the Shark construction. So before we could proceed further, we have to take her signature. We have decided that the construct, will be done by Shark construction only. So, it's necessary to tale her permission.

"How about this? We'll be married for a year, then after that, we'll divorce. As long as we get married, I will fulfil all of your needs. Money, house, whatever you want. All you need to do just tell me what do you want are, and I'll try to fulfil them." "Do you mean, it would be like a contract marriage?" "Exactly," the woman snapped her fingers and then rested her two hands that formed a pyramid on her table. "There's no need for you to do anything. You can still do your current job here. I will not restrain you. So how about that? Are you interested?" "In exchange, will I get whatever I want? Anything?" "Yes, anything. As long as I can still afford it." "Give me time to think about it. Th

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

It was her that was with me when I was being held at that building, waiting for Chris to do what was requested of him. Sue hands Victoria a folder and it is laid on the table. “This is a contract called “Surrender Fully”, it is a peculiar name for a contract, but I assure you, it is not as dramatic as it may sound,” Victoria explains, and I listen keenly. Something is different about her, it is as if I can see the worry on her facial features. Something is not right. “Can I ask something?” Chris finally joins the conversation. “Of course, Mr. Kingston,” She replies to him smoothly.