Contract Wife Novels & Stories

The ‘wife requirement’ stated: [Requirement: Normal-looking. Age: Less than five. Work time: From now till death. Salary: Over a million per month. Work scope: I’ll treat you like a little Princess. You accompany me to eat, drink, play, and study! I’ll take care of you till we get old!] Attached to that post was an extremely adorable photo of Chris. Many netizens came for the money. His marriage requirement caught the attention of many, including those who were too caught up with the matter with Anthony and Waverly.

“I’m glad you liked it here. We're taking three days off from work. And then starting next week, you don't have to work anymore.” My eyes widened at his words. Is he firing me? I shot him a questioning look. “Baby, you're my wife now,“ he said, as if he heard my unasked question. “But...I still need money for my mother's medication,“ I insisted. Caspian held my hand, and kissed me softly on the lips. “You don't have to worry about that. I'll take care of your mother's medication as promised. You will also continue to receive your salary, and the additional amount that I promised you. Your money will be wired to your account every month. You don't have to work for it, just commit yourself to

Levi asked, looking at one such profile of a greyed-out silhouette of a woman's face with a huge padlock sign over it. "It means the companion is in an exclusive relationship." "They can go exclusive? Like dating?" "It's called a girlfriend contract. They do everything pretty much a girlfriend would do. But sex is not necessarily a given. It's up to the companion and whether or not they're attracted to you. If they are, they can add that part in. Dreams is pretty strict on that." "What's the point then if she's girlfriend but doesn't want to have sex?" Mark asked, bemused by the notion of a girlfriend contract.

The Wife shall carry the title ‘Mrs Winters’ whenever she is in public and will be responsible for the immaculate cleaning of the penthouse as well as oversee the food preparation for the Husband. The Wife shall memorize all scripts provided by the Husband prior to attending any public events in order not to embarrass him. The Wife shall be available to the Husband’s beck and call for any ad hoc events that may or may not occur during the course of the agreement. The Husband is free to socialize with other women and bring whomever he so desires to the premise during the course of the contract. The Wife however is not permitted to do so. A monthly allowance will be provided for the Wife and t

“Contract wife. There's a difference between the two concepts.” Easton sighed. She was really stubborn. He knew how to fix that. “As long as the contract is still active, you're my wife, and are not allowed to flirt with other men!” He snapped. “It's none of your business who I flirt with, Mr. Ferdinand. As far as I'm not married to you for real, but on paper, I am entitled to that right.” She argued. “The contract states that you have no romantic relationships with anyone, Nicole. Why can't you see that?” He was becoming frustrated.

You will get a portion of your funds back when you adhere to the terms of your contract. "What terms are we talking about?" Cupid placed a soothing hand on my shoulder before nudging me forward. "With pleasure, I officially introduce you to your wife, May Wolfe. As the terms of the contract you endorsed go, you have to form a functional relationship with her for the next thirty working days."

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

Naked or clothed didn't even bother, too. "That's my problem," Trisha admitted with defeat. "I foolishly forget that I am there to serve him, not his actual girlfriend. I should stand and keep my safe distance, but I sometimes get the crazy fantasies that we are a couple like my mom and dad who would call themselves "honey" back at home." Trisha sighed, looked down at her cup of coffee, and continued. "Our arrangements make me feel like we are husband and wife, even when I am fully aware this is just a contract, an arrangement that would end in a year," she stated. Then Trisha looked up to see Trixie in the eyes. "What do I do?"

"Setting aside my identity as your husband, I helped manage that post for you. Even if I'm just your friend, is it too much to ask a question? Moreover, as you mentioned, an contractual wife is still a wife. Shouldn't I be allowed to ask when my wife's affairs involving other men end up on the internet?" Sophia sneered. "Was your attitude that day as a friend asking questions? It felt more like you caught me in the act and were demanding an explanation. Elliot, we have an agreement in our marriage. In simple terms, it’s just a business partnership. I appreciate your help with managing the post, just as you should appreciate me for helping to save your grandfather and for teaching Brandon a l

More than twenty minutes later, Butler Beck came out of the study, holding a contract in his hand, and placed it on the table. “Lady Ella! I think you are a smart person, the contract clearly states that the young master's assets during the two years of marriage can be used at will, you can also use the young master's money to invest in business, when the contract expires, the profits from the investment and business will all belong to you, the young master will not touch and..." Butler Beck carefully read through all the terms of the contract, but one condition in the contract made the butler nervously look at Eugu with hesitation.