Contract Wife Novels & Stories

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

"You don't think I'm going to spend a lot of money just to have a contract wife who cooks and waits for me to come home from work, do you?" Vivi didn't respond to Darren's words because she was busy calming herself down from crying because Darren's guess was right. She innocently thought Darren was in love with her and offered her a contract marriage because he was lonely. But what the man then said felt like a hard slap to Vivi, who had hoped that there would be real love in her contract marriage with Darren. "I have contracted you to be my wife for three years, of course, so that you can satisfy my lust, Vivi. For being my sex slave That is your main duty as

She said in her heart, "Jayden, didn't you always say that I'm your wife? But do you know what the real meaning of a wife is?" His wife was not only his life partner, or someone who would just accompany him in bed. Instead, she was someone who would go through all the ups and downs in life with him.

she sneered, I frowned, she passed me, entering the house, while I stood there, still holding the door. It took me a moment or so to realize she had entered, I turned to look at her, “what do you want Chloe?” I asked, she smirked, “I’m here to take what is mine, Harris” she crossed her arms over her chest, calling out his name. “He’s my husband now, don’t you dare talk about him like that, and he’s not here!” I said, she smiled, “your husband?” she laughed sarcastically. “He was never you husband, Harris told me everything about the marriage contract, everything was fake…” she said, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a dagger, “what?” I asked, feeling shocked, and broken. her words cut

I get busy opening cupboard upon cupboard, waiting to see what they had available. “You don’t have to keep addressing her that way, she’s my girlfriend and besides if you weren’t so young and ignorant, you would know that it’s not a necessity to know how to cook if you can hire a live-in chef.” He spilled out, his eyes definitely on mine as I was busy doing the findings on what was in this kitchen. You could hear the mockery mixed with arising anger this time around but I don’t mind it. I mean it’s only right that I vexed him since I was tricked by him into this contract marriage.

The elder from the wolf council had been yapping on for the better part of an hour, and I could tell from the way my brother had slouched onto the white pillars of the throne room that he was far more tired of hearing the same bullshit than I was. It wasn't the first time the whiny bitch elder had called a meeting of the wolf council, the stiff-necked beasts responsible for Alpha affairs. “Yes Silver, your women are shit, child makers, all of them, and even that, they aren't good at. That wife of yours though, my, I hear she has quite the rack...” Michael growled, shrugging to his feet like a panther with a feral smile spreading across his devilishly handsome face.

"President, if you fire me for this, I will definitely complain to the press media, to show everyone in C City that the president of Gray Group even manages the friendship of employees after work! Gray Group is your company, but it is not your harem! You have no right to Limit what the female staffs do after work, who they socialize with, who they fall in love with, and who they sleep with!" There is a sound of applause from the side, "Clap, clap, clap..."

Just as I thought he was about to reach me, he stopped halfway and a sinister smirk like that night spread across his face. "Why don't you read it all and see the consequences of backing out from what you've signed, Alice Clarkson... or should I say, Alice Bianchi?" His words sent a chill down my body. My heart sank as I looked at the paper again, my eyes scanning the terms. There were only eight in total, unlike my own contract. The first term caught my attention: "The contract wife must always go out with the contract husband, be it a dinner party or anything, and she must not refuse.”

Clause twelve: The wife shall not enter into romantic or intimate relationships outside the marriage during the contractual period. My eyebrows shoot upward. “Excuse me.” I point at the sentence. “What does this mean? I'm not allowed relationships outside the marriage, but you are?” “Yes.” “You have to be kidding.” “I’m not.” “Why is that?” “Because the moment you become my wife, you belong to me alone. I won't have someone else touching what’s mine.” The words echo through the room with so much certainty that I blink. “Is this your way of keeping me to yourself?”

Camila shot back. “Distance? Privacy?” Aston scoffed, leaning forward. “You're my legal wife, Camila. Am I supposed to treat you like my secretary?” “We're in a contract marriage.” Camila corrected him, lifting her face to meet his eyes. “There are rules to be followed. You should know better than anyone.” “The contract doesn't have any rules nor signature.” He leaned closer, his face stopping inches from hers. “So tell me, Mrs. Winston. Are you my contract wife or legal wife?”