Contract Bound Novels & Stories

“Respectfully, you can’t.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” Adrian leaned back in his seat, sipping his wine like he was watching theater. “Tell her.” The first lawyer slid a stapled document toward me. “Clause 14B, Miss Lillian. You signed a fixed-term, performance-based contract. You’re not just an at-will employee. You're legally bound to remain in your position until the project outlined in Addendum C reaches completion or unless formally released by your employer.”

"But I don't have to marry her right? I mean, I don't have to accept the reward... Do I?" "A contract bounty is a legal contract," Lord Borden explained. "By fulfilling the terms of the bounty, you implicitly sign the contract. Meaning you agree to collect the reward offered. You cannot ask for more, and the person who posted the bounty cannot give less. Both parties agree to the terms of the contract." "So, I have to..." "Yes," Lord Borden replied. "To Beth?" Ale whispered. He nodded. "Oh wow," Seth said. "I just wanted to save her; I didn't know I was signing up to have and to hold."

“Ella, we made a contract. It’s binding, is it not?” “Yes, we do have a contract,” I replied with a huff, the click of my heels echoing against the stone flooring. “But binding or not, if I’m dealing with someone who lies about his intentions, it automatically makes the contract null and void. I may need to rethink things.”

"Not a new vow. The original vow?" "The contract," Sorin confirmed. "The terms you signed in the limo. The formal language of that document, spoken by both of you. Freely. In open moonlight." He paused. "The prophecy anticipated the bond — but it was written before fated mate bonds were common. In the original context, *contracted* meant exactly what it sounds like. A formal agreement. The prophecy is tied to the legal structure of your union, not just the emotional one." Ryder had been very still through this.

Even Connor and Bryson's partners partnered with him. "In the end, Brooks breached the contracts offered by Connor and Bryson! Why wouldn't he when he didn't read them? A clause in the respective contracts had stated that he would have to return your companies in 24 hours. "Losing the contracts in the space of 24 hours was a great shock to him! It made the Millers vulnerable as the other partners also left when they heard about that. It was a huge blow. But since they are a top-tier family, they were able to recuperate quickly.

"You accompany Victoria peacefully, I will help you put off the time you enter the group." "Really? Can you put it off for a week or ten days or half a month?" Betty raised her head and pleaded. Bryson slightly raised his head, his answer extremely light and nimble, "Yes!" "Really? Thank you!" "Don't you ever think of giving up?" Bryson frowned, thinking that her partner was still his cousin, he was annoyed. "But I signed the contract. If I break it, I'll have to pay at least ten million in breach of contract fees." Even if Betty managed to earn some money, it was not going to be a waste.

I sighed. “Yesssss!” Brenda squealed. Lenox’s eyes squinted as it glimmered at my answer. “OK then. Here are the contracts that you need to sign. This one is a nondisclosure contract, meaning you cannot discuss nothing that you see inside the walls of the parties,” Lenox stated. "Do you understand?” “Yes I understand,” I nodded. “Now where do I sign?”

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

I asked, averting my thoughts from her. “Unlike some people, I don't patronize only upscale restaurants.” Mark responded. “Point gotten. Now, what's up with the Fuller Contract?” I asked, tired of holding back. My mind kept drifting to it because it was a major deal that would bring millions to my company at the stroke of a pen. “So I see we're back to that.” Mark said, pulling out his iPad. “Their response is still the same - No. They said that they need someone who's more stable and dedicated to handle the project.”

My mark still glowed, pulsing with leftover magic. The thing didn’t move. It just watched. Then, just as fast—it was gone. No scent. No sound. Thorne exhaled slowly. “We’re not alone anymore.” I swallowed hard. “We never were.” He reached for me again, but this time, not with hunger. With caution. “Did you feel it?” he asked. “The bond is almost sealed.” I nodded. “But it didn’t,” I said. His jaw flexed. “Not all the way.”