Contractmarriage Stories

She turned, one last glance to see if Emma had noticed her absence-and slammed into something solid. Heat. Muscle. A heartbeat that wasn't hers. Her breath snagged. Strong hands caught her waist before gravity could claim her. Rougher than expected. Certain in their possession. Sandalwood. Something darker, earthier, curling around her like danger. Her eyes lifted. Steel-gray. Ethan Blackwood. Cold, precise, yet flecks of silver sparked like lightning. One rebellious strand of black hair fell against his temple, defying the order he demanded of everything. Their breaths mingled. Too close. Too charged. "I-I'm sorry..." Scarlett stammered. "Watch your way," he murmured, velvet dragged across steel. His grip lingered just long enough to brand her skin. "How did you get in here?" he asked, voice slicing through the haze. "I-I have an invitation." Her chin lifted. His gaze flicked-mouth, eyes, mouth-before returning to hers. "From where-the recycling bin?" Scarlett laughed sharp, incredulous. "Oh, I see. That's how you got in." A flicker of something-surprise? Admiration?-crossed him, gone as fast as it came. "No one speaks to me like that." "Maybe that's the problem," she countered, stepping closer. "Everything has a first time." He leaned in, dangerously close, voice dropping. "Careful." "Better you be the one," she whispered, daring, fire sparking between them. ** Scarlett: strong-willed, fiery, witty Ethan: commanding, controlled, yet hinting at hidden cracks When Scarlett Landon signs a contract that binds her to the cold, controlling billionaire Ethan Blackwood, she thinks it's just business. But behind the ruthless CEO mask lies a man battling his own demons-and soon, their fake marriage turns into something dangerously real. Two hearts. One contract. A thousand tangled emotions.

A tale of a broken soul, who never experienced love in her life but one day she found someone who silently love her and choose her over everyone.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢." "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ~ 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. ~𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫

Thud* A tight slap landed on Aarav Raizada's cheek. All the people in the party gasped, eyes wide in shock as they saw a girl standing defiantly before him. "How dare you touch me," Vedika's voice was sharp with fury. "I didn't touch you, you stupid girl." Aarav shouted, his face red with anger and humiliation. "Go to hell, Mr. Raizada," Vedika retorted, turning to leave. Before she could take a step, Aarav grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, "I didn't touch you, but you slapped me. Now I'll show you what happens when Aarav Raizada decides to touch." his eyes blazing with anger. Vedika's confusion quickly turned to shock as Aarav forcefully gripped her face and pressed his lips harshly against hers, right in front of all the media and guests. Cameras flashed, capturing the scandalous moment.

Shivansh Randhawa lives only for his work - cold, arrogant, and emotionally unreachable. Shattered by a past he refuses to face, he trusts no one, especially women, and hides his pain behind indifference, pretending he feels nothing at all. Prarthna Malhotra is a cheerful sunshine girl who finds happiness in the smallest acts of kindness. Though she has never received the love she truly deserved, she still holds onto hope that one day, someone she loves will love her back just as deeply as she do. Shivansh- "You are the reason, I hated him till his last breath" "Never ever try to interfere in my life, we are just two strangers!! " Prarthna- "No-no..it can't be true... you are lying, right?" "Don't say this...we are a family.... I am you----" Will they ever belong to each other?

Betrayed by her own family and left to die on the frozen marble floors, Seraphel's final breath carried a single, desperate wish-to change the cruel future that awaited her. Her sister, the Empress, and her husband, the Viscount, had used her as nothing more than a pawn in their ruthless bid for the throne. She awakened years in the past, her memories of that painful life completely intact. No longer the naive young lady who trusted too easily, Seraphel vowed to rewrite her destiny. Hiding her forbidden dual Divine Gift, she enters a marriage of convenience with the feared Duke of the North, Fenrik Mirrorfall, believing he is the key to escaping her family's grasp. But what begins as a calculated alliance soon draws them into deadly political schemes, hidden Immortal Function Clans, ancient conspiracies, and a fate that threatens the entire Empire. Beware the frozen heart that begins to beat. "You're not as fragile as you pretend, Lady Seraphel," Fenrik said, his golden eyes gleaming beneath the moonlight as he cornered her in the snowy courtyard. "Tell me... what are you really plotting?" Seraphel smiled faintly, masking the racing of her heart. "If I told you, Your Grace, would you still offer me your protection... or would you become my greatest obstacle?" A faint smirk touched his lips, the first crack in his icy mask. "Careful. Playing with me might change more than just your future."

The heirs of the Raichand's Shaurya Singh Raichand Reyansh Singh Raichand Vihaan Singh Raichand Vivaan Singh Raichand All four brothers dark , mysterious, cold and serious get married to the girls who are the sunshine, read to know what happened next.......

Fanfiction based on Kayamath. Characters most of their natures , and initial premise belong to the original creators - this is my own take on how their story could have gone, written for fun, not for profit Kayamath centers on the star-crossed love story of Prachi and Milind. The narrative explores how childhood friendship, deep-rooted family conflicts, and shocking betrayals force them apart, creating a classic dynamic within a modern drama two worlds are when lives are shattered when a tragic affair from the past is uncovered.

"Ek 23-year-old plus-size freelance designer apne khandan ko mali tabahi se bachane ke liye ek 38-year-old real estate tycoon ke sath contract marriage arrangement mein bandh jati hai. Shuru mein yeh sirf ek 6 mahine ka business transaction hota hai, lekin ahista ahista yeh dono ki zindagi ka sab se ahem aur gehra rishta ban jata hai. Jab ek unexpected pregnancy ki wajah se Amelia ko contract khatam hone se pehle hi apna secret lekar wahan se jana padta hai, toh dono kirdaaron ko khud ko andar se dobara banane ke liye attarah mahine (18 months) guzarne padte hain. Phir qismat aur unki adhoori mohabbat unhein Los Angeles mein wapis ek sath le aati hai. Iske baad jo hota hai, woh na aasaan hai, na cinematic, aur na hi bina kisi qeemat ke. Yeh, uske bar-aks, bilkul haqeeqi hai."

Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to. (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Rankings: #2 on wattpadindia (29.03.2026)

​"မဏီ... အခုတစ်လော အလုပ်လုပ်ရတာ အဆင်ပြေရင် ကိုယ်နဲ့ ဟန်ဆောင်လက်ထပ်ပေးနိုင်မလား" "ရှင်... ဘာပြောလိုက်တာလဲ ဆရာ"

"A marriage contract has an expiry date... but what if love doesn't?" Shubman Gill, the nation's cricket sensation, has no time for love. His only dream is to wear the Indian jersey with pride and focus on his career. Marriage is the last thing on his mind. Srividhya is an ordinary girl carrying extraordinary responsibilities. Working as an event manager in Mumbai, every paycheck goes toward her family's loans and EMIs. Love has never been a priority-it has always been survival. Their worlds collide at a wedding. He attends as a guest. She runs the event. One meeting is enough for Shubman's mother to decide that Srividhya is the perfect daughter-in-law. With family pressure mounting, Shubman and Srividhya strike an unexpected deal-a contract marriage with one condition: No love. No expectations. No heartbreak. Living under the same roof should have been easy. Until stolen glances became lingering smiles. Until fake moments started feeling real. Until two strangers slowly became each other's safe place. But can a marriage built on a contract survive when hearts begin to rewrite the rules? A Wedding Date is a heartwarming slow-burn arranged-marriage romance filled with family, laughter, emotional moments, and a love story that neither of them ever saw coming. Sometimes, the best love stories don't begin with "I love you." They begin with "It's just a contract."

Valerie has checked off every impossible thing on her list except one. Getting married was always supposed to be the last thing.Bastien Kade has everything money can buy, except peace.When a promise to his mother leaves him with one condition, he makes a deal that solves both their problems.One contract. One year. No feelings, no strings.But some deals don't stay on paper.And some people make you forget why you ever needed rules in the first place.*...She wanted a marriage. He needed a wife.Neither of them expected to want more....*

this is the continuation of my book "ishq ki dastan the tale of love and betrayal." as I couldn't upload more parts there. Advika Malhotra or should I say ADVIKA ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE who is too loyal to her only family, her brothers. But still stuck in her past. Only one of her brother knows, that she is still married to their enemy ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE. She lost her unborn child because of his enemy. She hates him now, but then why is he the only one that can calm her pain, that gives her peace and make her sane when she is about to lose her mind, why? Will she ever forgive him for what he made her go through. ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE The one that everyone fears only has one fear. losing his beloved wife, his butterfly again. After making a mistake that even he can't forgive himself for, he is willing to do everything to gain her forgiveness. That one night where he shattered her trust and love and that one night where he lost her and their baby, still hunts him. He knows that she deserves better, so he became better for her, for his wife, for his beloved butterfly. He loves her more than anything now and is willing to do anything for her and her happiness. His love has no limits now. She is his everything. His life, his only reason and will to live, his only weakness, his only strength, his madness, his obsession, his first and last love, his only beloved. His wife. Will her brothers ever accept Abhimaan. Will her brothers ever agree with their love. Will they ever get their happily ever after or Will they silently suffer, craving for eachother, their soul yearning for eachother. Read ishq ki dastan the tale of love and betrayal to find out.

When a Hijabi makes a deal with the CEO... He built his life around revenge. She was never part of the plan. A temporary deal was supposed to change nothing. Until she became the one thing his revenge never accounted for. Now, caught between love and hate, he'll have to decide which one wins.

What is love? Do love actually exist or is it just a myth? Everyone has their own definition of love. Jeon Jung Kook, 27 yrs old, cold, handsome, CEO of Jeon softwares. Smart enough to crack deals in split of seconds but choosing a life partner? Jungkook chuckled looking at the interviewer. "Girlfriend? I like to spend my life productive. Love , girlfriend are just waste of my time". . . . Y/N, a 25 yrs old plastic surgeon, hates people but helps anyone, anywhere, anytime. But doesnt get attached easily and never gave anyone a place in her heart. Y/N chuckled and replied "Marriage is a scam made to entrap women. Men are self centered and who will even love anyone more than themself?" What will happen, when these two, who have only their hate for marriage in common are bound together in a contract marriage. Will they find what love is? . . . "Let go of my hair, you jerk", Y/N said pulling his hair in her hands. "Ahhh!!! You let go first!!!" , Jungkook screamed in pain. " I will not divorce you, if I go bald", Jungkook said breathing heavily. "No girl will marry you, even if you become Rapunzel", Y/N said. "Then why did you?", Jungkook said and Y/N pulled his hairs again. . . . "Look at me", he said caging me between his arms. "I said look at me", he demaned and I looked at him. " You can't even meet my eyes", he scoffed." You think you can run away from me?" , he said chuckling darkly. "Let me go", I said gritting my teeth. "Try", he said now his hands gripping either sides of my waist. He pulled me crashing into his chest. I hit him on his chest. He looked unbothered. " Hit me all you want, you little beast, but I am not letting you go tonight", he said his face coming closer to mine.

In a relationship one should be water & fire! Here He is fire And She is Petrol Deisel Kerosene A Gunpowder Bomb.. "Not every story begins with love... some begin with resistance." She is chaos. He is control. She speaks. He observes. Two opposite worlds- forced into the same space. Between coffee breaks... and contract clauses... Something begins. Not loud. Not obvious. But enough- to change everything.

Death, Betryal, War, and too many children. how much more can the Bianchis survive? Power built the family. Loyalty kept it alive. But neither can stop what's coming. Seraphina was born to rule. Cold, untouchable, and destined to carry a legacy larger than her ego. Kostas was never meant to matter. Overlooked, underestimated, and far more dangerous than anyone realized. Their marriage was a contract. Their beginning was a mistake. What they became... was inevitable. As alliances fracture and enemies close in, the Bianchi empire begins to crack under the weight of secrets, ambition, and betrayal. Because in this world, love isn't safe,it's a liability. And when war finally arrives, it won't just test their power. It will decide who's strong enough to keep it.

He offered me a contract instead of a confession. I accepted it for reasons he could never understand. We promised each other this marriage would never become real, but the heart has never cared about promises.

𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗢𝗳 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲 -Delicate series [Book 2] "Stop calling me your future fiancée. There's no way I'm ever going to be your fiancée, at least not in this lifetime." I seethed through clenched teeth, already fed up with his relentless teasing. A smug smile tugged at his lips. "You're right 'future fiancée' does sound a little temporary. How about 'wife' instead?" he asked, knowing exactly how to get on my nerves. Only in your dreams, I thought. In every version of our story, we were meant to be. Noor-ul-ain:Mr.flirt ? Arshan:yes,Ms.hitler Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Hate to Love Next Door Romance Highschool Romance Popular Guy x Popular Girl Contract Marriage Marriage of Convenience Forced Proximity Protective MMC