Taming My Contract Husband

CATHERINE“No, Andre! I am no longer the puppet you can throw around in the name of a wife!” I screamed into the phone, all my pent-up and hurt emotions bubbling up to the surface.“I am done with that hellhole you call a marriage! Nothing can bring me back to you after you had the nerve, the audacity and the disrespect to cheat on me with my sister!”His voice on the other end of the phone oozed anger, the deep baritone almost forcing me to surrender to his will. But he had hurt me too much for that to work now. “It was a contract marriage. I am not obligated to you, Catherine, now fucking listen to me—”“I am not obligated to you, either! I have always listened to you and where has that gotten me? Hurt and pregnant.” I yelled him down with a cracking voice, making sure he could not get a word in. “I am not your property, Mr. Gray, and you don’t own me.”“That’s where you are f*cking wrong.” His reply was venomous. “I own every inch of you, Catherine. From the moment you signed thos

ANDRE POV I was f*cking pissed off.First I was furious at that ball of meat that had the nerve to put his hands on what was mine. Now, all of my anger was directed straight at the woman trapped against the wall in front of me.After a whole damn year of looking for Catherine and the baby she took from me, here she was. Here she f*cking was. In some ridiculous club in the middle of New York City.And worst was, she was working as a waitress. A freaking goddamned waitress.How the hell was she even taking care of my child with such a nauseating job? Did she even have the time to take care of the helpless baby when she was here serving drinks to horny assholes?All those thoughts ran through my head but I brushed them aside to concentrate on her.Catherine, my gorgeous Catherine. Perhaps, I didn't have the right to call her that now.But until the moment she fled, she had been my wife and no proper separation document was made.Needless to say, she was still mine.Her beautiful hazel

“No!” I screamed.The sound was deafening, and I ripped the papers apart. “I will never hand my son over to you! You can’t take him away from me!” I kept on shrieking as I had finally lost my mind, tearing the documents over and over again so they floated to the floor in tiny pieces. I hurled the rest of the shredded paper at him with tears running down my face.“I will never let my son come anywhere near you, Mr. Gray!” My anger at the pure injustice of this world was rattling, and my tears flowed faster. “You got these fake documents in my absence and you think you can fool me into surrendering my child to you?! Your plan has failed miserably!”“Fake?” He said that word like he was unfamiliar with it. His tone lowered. “Fail?”He chuckled. It was dark and intimidating. He stepped closer to me, with a sadistic smile and I took a couple of steps back. He kept following me till I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from him. He was standing right inside my personal space, his hard to

CATHERINE POVI sat down on the floor in tears after Andre left me in his hotel suite. I tried to unlock the door and then leave to see my son but the door was locked. He had made sure to lock the door after he left just so I wouldn't be able to get out.Andre meant business and I knew it. He had never said anything without going through with his words."Let me out!!" I yelled as I banged on the door but I heard no reply or footsteps from the outside.I doubted if anyone was outside my door and even if they were, they would not care to answer me.No one would dare to let me out of the place for fear of getting killed. Andre Gray was a ruthless man that tormented me when we were married. He did several horrible things which might seem as though he was helping me at first.I thought I could change him. I thought I could melt his cold heart. Now, I knew all those thoughts were just in my head.I just started to live my life again and now he showed up and wanted me to live as his wife al

CATHERINE POVTHE NEXT DAY. I hated how I woke up to the thought of Andre. I wouldn't say I liked it one bit. The previous night was one I didn't want to experience anymore and what's worse was I met him again, Andre. I sighed as I palmed my face. I was at a crossroads. I lay on my bed as I thought about it; I gulped and turned to face my son- no, our son.Even if I wanted to run away and never look back, I couldn't deny that he was Brian's father, and that was that. I was not too fond of it, but life happened. Andre was a man I thought I had moved on from; the fact that he was back was something that I dreaded with all my heart. And what was worse? He wanted to take Brian away from me. I would never allow that, even if it were to fight him with my last breath. But I had no such powers. I was literally powerless.I sighed, and I gripped Brian's hand. I touched my baby boy, he might look like his father, but he wasn't his father. I groaned under my breath and exhaled. I thought I