Contract Wife Novels & Stories

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

"A contractual wife?" "Is this how you treated my mother because she was married through a contract?" Alexander asked, his eyes sweeping over everyone, slowly, exerting control. "Your mother was not engaged to your father's cousin, unlike your wife," his other aunt argued, pronouncing the word 'wife' in a low hiss. "She was also from a wealthy family, with status. She brought a company partnership to the table. What is your wife bringing?" I swallowed, every word from Alexander's family making a lump in my throat grow. They were not supposed to get to me because the marriage was not emotionally attached, but they did anyway.

2 Additional benefits to the Wife include: Career Development: The Husband shall facilitate media exposure, including television appearances, branding, and public relations training. Luxury Accommodations: The Wife shall reside in a residence of the Husband’s choosing for the duration of the contract. Travel & Expenses: All travel-related expenses for contractual obligations shall be fully covered. Monthly Allowance: The Wife shall receive a discretionary monthly allowance to be determined by the Husband. Performance-Based Bonus: An additional ₱2,000,000 shall be granted upon securing a lead or supporting role in a television project facilitated by the Husband.

Avery and I argued for Ethan Woods. "Really? Oh, my God! You said that The Great Ethan Woods did nothing wrong when he offered me to work for his company for my desired salary." I gave her a furious glance. "That's precisely why I'm curious why he gave you money to work for his business when, as his wife, you are obligated to do so for free." Her remarks only heighten my ire. "First of all, Avery, we are not real husband and wife; we are just contracted married. Second, if you think he owned me because of our relationship, then you are also my friend, so you too don't have to take my salary."

“This is the marriage contract.” I flip open the file and begin reading. “A contract marriage for two years,” he says as I read. “During those two years, we will live together as husband and wife in public.” “In public?” “Yes. In private, we live separate lives. No love relationship, emotional attachment, nor interference in each other’s personal matters.” I cross my arms. “So basically, we are strangers living in the same house,” “Yes and in return,” he continues, "I will help your company financially. I will invest money and business resources into Whitmore Company. The board members will not remove you as CEO if Knight Corporation supports you.”

Chapter 55: The True Deserving Samantha POV……… “I didn’t want to say this, but I have to,” Adrian’s wife sniffed like she was being maltreated. I glared at her like my eyes could kill. Always acting. She cleared her throat, ready to speak again. I wondered what she wanted to say this time around, the lie she wanted to come up with. “Samantha and Adrian are not legally married like you think. They are bound in a contract marriage.”

"That is not the same as the company belonging to you." "So I should just hand my rightful title over to him? Because he found some girl to put a ring on?" I laughed. It came out wrong, too sharp, too loud for the quiet room. "She worked there, Max. She was a junior analyst on his payroll and now she is his wife and grandfather is standing there telling me he sees the love they have for each other like this is some kind of fairytale." I shook my head. "It is a contract. I know it is a contract. I just have to prove it."

“That’s what makes it worse.” He rubs the back of his neck. Tired. Torn. Human. “You knew she was part of my past.” “She’s not acting like your past,” I say. “She’s acting like my replacement.” “That’s not fair.” “Neither is loving two women and pretending it only hurts one,” I say quietly. His face tightens. “You’re still my wife,” he says. Not softly. Firmly. Like reminding himself. “For now,” I reply. “Because the contract says so.”

She recognized the blue wax seal. The Marriage Contract. The document they had signed weeks ago. The document that defined her as an asset, a partner, a fake wife in a mutually beneficial arrangement. "This document," Cyprian said, holding it up, "states that our union is a strategic partnership for the purpose of asset consolidation and social positioning. It contains exit clauses. It contains non-disclosure agreements. It outlines the division of spoils." Vespera nodded, her throat tight. "Yes." "It protected us," Cyprian said. "It defined the rules of engagement."

Financial Responsibility: All living expenses, medical care, and necessities will be fully covered by the husband. No financial claims beyond agreed support will be permitted. Non-Disclosure: The wife shall not investigate, disclose, or question the husband’s business, wealth, or identity beyond what is voluntarily revealed. No Emotional Obligation: This marriage is contractual only. No expectations of affection, loyalty beyond the contract, or emotional dependency. Termination Clause: Breach of contract results in immediate termination with no compensation beyond what has already been provided.