Contract Wife Novels & Stories

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

“No, you know the version of me you signed a contract with.” “And I know the woman who stayed and faced her fears, the woman who has done nothing but respect me. Care for me. And most importantly you’ve made this whole contract thing very easy.” Emily’s fingers tightened around the ring. “This arrangement benefits me too,” she said quickly. “Don’t turn me into some selfless saint. We had an agreement. Hope you didn’t forget. It's just a contract. you protect me. I appear to your board of directors as your wife.”

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“You’re telling me to behave after you whispered ‘Don’t stop’ in my ear like a goddamn dare?” Her cheeks flush. “That was adrenaline.” “Bullshit.” I catch her wrist, pull her between my knees. “You meant it.” She yanks free, but not hard. “The contract was three months to make me fall for you willingly. You don’t get to rewrite the rules because you got hard watching me stitch up your men.” I stand, crowd her back until her ass hits the edge of the counter. “You think I give a fuck about some paper we signed?” I growl low. “You’re my wife now. In front of my men, my enemies, God if he’s watching. That changes things.”

"This union exists for business purposes only. As such, the wife agrees not to get emotionally attached..." 'I won't,' Emma thought. "...or expect affection from her husband." 'I won't do that either,' she thought. "Clause 5. The wife agrees to fulfill wifely duties at all times as required by her husband. This includes but is not limited to sex, submission and emotional support." He flipped a page. "Next. The wife consents to obey her husband without question. Failure to do this will result into a breach of contract and penalties related." Emma shook her head.

“Not in my company. Not anywhere.” I laughed, sharp and incredulous. “You don’t get to decide that.” His gaze darkened, not angry, not loud. Just… firm. “I already have.” I stepped closer, heat buzzing under my skin. “You don’t own me, Adrian. "You rendered that statement null when you signed the contract Elera" He said, his eyes intense, his body closer to mine, I could feel the heat from his body, raw and hot. I felt myself shrink back, he was right, I was the CEO's wife, well, at least on paper, it would make him look bad if I was just a common employee.

"You didn't care about the family name or the club rules. You were furious because another man looked at me." "I am not jealous," Alec said coldly, his voice stiff. "I am a man who protects what belongs to him. You are my wife under the law. As long as you carry my ring on your finger, no other man looks at you that way. Period." "A contract wife," she corrected him softly, the sting of reality cooling the heat in her chest. "You remind me of that every chance you get. A transaction to pay back a debt. That is all I am."

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.