Ceos Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re my wife… aren’t you?” Axel said again, his voice lower this time. Irony slowly turned to face him. Her expression was cold. “You must be either drunk or mad because..” “You’re not… Ivory Riggs?” he cut in. She let out a small laugh. “Ivory Riggs?” she repeated, amused. “You must be joking. Like I said, I know nothing about you. You’re just my co-CEO.” “Co-CEO?” His brows furrowed. “What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?”

Lucas leaned back slightly. “My additional terms,” he said. Ava lifted her eyes. “You will not engage in romantic relationships publicly or privately during the contract.” Ava nodded. “That was implied.” “You will attend major Kane Group events as my wife.” “Understood.” “You will not hide information that may endanger me.” Ava met his gaze. “I expect the same.” Lucas’s lips curved faintly. “Fair.” Ava closed the folder. “My terms.” Lucas nodded. “You will provide legal and physical protection.”

I stared at it. “Your contract.” Rich people are so weird. They have contracts for everything. "You actually had this printed out?" I asked, flipping through the pages. "I like to be thorough." He didn't look at me as he pulled out his phone. "Read it all.” I forced myself to focus on the document until I found the actual terms. **The Wife shall reside exclusively in the Husband's penthouse for the duration of this agreement.** **The Wife must be accompanied by the Husband or his security before going outside the residence.**

she added dryly, rolling her eyes, “is a rumor about my husband enjoying another woman’s lap while I’m at home doing laundry.” Her voice remained calm, controlled—but the warning beneath it was unmistakable. "I’ll make sure this won’t happen again, Cassie,” Drie muttered, his jaw tightening as his gaze dropped to the goblet in his hand. “As you should, CEO Wallace,” she replied coolly, not even sparing him a glance. “We are bound by a business contract. If certain conditions are not met, it gives me every reason to terminate it. You will be left with nothing. Even your inheritance”

I left it that way. "You know Celeste Kingston?" one woman was saying to another, her voice carrying across the room. "She's always going on about how her husband is Xenois, the billionaire CEO. If that isn't him over there..." "Please," another woman scoffed. "Celeste has been making up stories about her absent husband for years. I've never seen him at a single event, and remember that time someone called during the Christmas concert? He hung up on her without even listening to what she was saying."

I'd actually done it—stood up to her, refused to be intimidated, claimed space I wasn't sure I had a right to claim. "Celeste." Her voice stopped me at the elevator. I looked back to find her watching me with cold calculation. "Once everything is set and done, once the contracts are signed and the deals are finalized—he'll come back to where he belongs. To who he belongs with. You can play wife all you want, but we both know the truth." She smiled, and it was the cruelest thing I'd ever seen. "A wife on paper or the woman he's wanted for years—which do you think will win?"

"And people also need to remember what they agreed to. Until you pay me back and we terminate this contract, you're still my wife. That means living here, appearing in public with me, maintaining the image we've built." I laughed, the sound bitter. "So I'm contractually obligated to play the devoted wife even when you treat me like a liability?" "That's not what I said." "It's exactly what you said." I pushed my plate away. "You want me to smile for the cameras and act like everything's perfect while you question every interaction I have." Alexander set down his fork carefully. "I wasn't questioning every interaction. Just the ones with my competitor." "James was being nice. That's it. But y

"And before anyone votes on confidence in the CEO, this board should hear what the CEO's marriage actually is." "Bianca." Sebastian's voice was very quiet. "Don't." "Five hundred thousand dollars," she said to the room. "That's the price. One hundred days, separate rooms, a contract with an end date - day one hundred, isn't it? - drafted by Mr. Okafor's own office. The will says Walter's shares pass to a married man. It does not say a man who purchased a wife for exactly long enough to collect them. That is not a marriage. It is a device. And a CEO who would device his own grandfather's will - "

The CEO returned to work after his personal assistant left. But a while later, he subconsciously took a peek at the lunchboxes beneath his long eyelashes. That damned girl! So stupid—Coming all the way over… Who did she think she was—his wife? Shawn blinked. Well, basically, she was. But then, although their marriage was real on papers, it was still very much fake. It was contractual. So, she had no business poking her silly nose into his affairs. Humph! His teeth gritted irritably and he got back to what he was doing.

"She's my darling wife, Mrs. Collymore, and should be treated with respect. Whoever does against her is likewise going against me. Also..." I paused and stared directly at the man whose hungry eyes had never left my wife. "I'll like to announce before the program begins. My companies, my finances, my assets, and everything under Darls Collymore are now under my wife, Mrs. Olivia Darls Collymore's name. She'll be officially made the CEO of Collymore Cooperation in three days. Everyone, please congratulate her." I announced, and I felt her stiffen in my arms as time seemed to have frozen with everyone silent.