Contract Wife Novels & Stories

Any endeavors she did would also be filed under said name, so as to allow for a clean break of assets when they proceeded with the divorce at the end of the contract. They would both be acting head over heels in love, and her connection to the Phoenix clan and the corporation would be secret. She would be playing the role of a cleaner who caught his attention and who he fell in love with at first sight. He impulsively married her, wanting to keep her for himself. Here, she paused and asked if he would be able to provide a convincing act. After he nodded in assurance, she continued to lay out her terms. She would also pretend to be madly in love with him and throw her weight around as his nou

“Is that how it is with women?” Having been off the dating market for years, he wasn’t sure what the current rules were. “It has nothing to do with gender,” she stated. She was among the few people who knew the true relationship between him and his wife. The person who set up their meetings and called the courthouse to fix the wedding date. “I’d rather my partner be in bed with me at 4 am than have him at his boss’ office at that time.” “But it has always worked for us.” “You didn’t have a wife back then, sir.”

"Hun, we're married. Your claim wouldn't even hold up in court." The cute frown returns to her face. "It would, if I told them we're not really married." I tilt my head. "Would you now?" She lifts her chin, crossing her arms, trying to look defiant. It only serves to push up her breasts, exposing more of that tempting cleavage. My gaze drops down to the beautiful molds of flesh, and I try not to stare... at least not for long. "Yes." "I think you're getting this all mixed up, sweetheart," I say. "As long as your signature is on that contract, we really are married. Even if it's only temporary."

“I’ve explained it to her, and she understands. But I asked you not to talk about the brothel or our agreement.” “That agreement wasn’t made because I wanted compensation,” Chris responded calmly. “I would still touch you even without that agreement because you’re my wife.” I couldn’t deny the rapid pounding of my heart upon hearing his words. “And about your debt...” He furrowed his brows briefly before flashing a mischievous smile. “You still have to pay it back, even if you’re my wife. So, you’ll start working as my secretary tomorrow.” ***

He closed his laptop now giving me all his attention “ I thought we've talked about this, no jobs” My fist clenched into a ball on the table, but I forced my voice to stay steady.“Yeah, I remembered, but you don't just expect me to stay ideal while I dance to your tune of being pushed around to wherever you want me next.” He sighed, almost as if I was a child asking for something unreasonable. “ I have my free will, and the contract allows that,” I said, not wanting to give him a chance to use the contract for his wishes. “ Yes, but you are my wife. You can't just run off somewhere. Everything you need is provided right here”

God, those perfectly defined abs that I'd been fantasizing about just minutes ago. "Someone call an ambulance," one woman stage-whispered to her colleague. "I think I'm having a heart attack." "That's his wife he's carrying," someone else said. "Lucky bitch." My jaw clenched involuntarily. Lucky bitch. I was not feeling possessive. I wasn't. This was a contract marriage. It was a business arrangement, and it certainly didn't matter that other women were drooling over my contract husband's body. Except it did matter.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

the man asked, and she nodded. "This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love.

And the fire had just walked back into the room to reclaim what was hers. “Contract?” “What do you mean by contract?” “What are you talking about?” Amanda smirked. “Oh, didn't you know? Rhys and this woman were married under a contract. She begged him to save her company and in return, offered to be his wife for three years. Don't tell me…” she gasped, her eyes wide, “Rhys, you kept it from your friends too?”