Novel & Cerita Falling For My Contract Husband

My stepbrother’s wife. My childhood crush. Reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave. Guilt, shame, and disbelief flooded my senses all at once. Though she had initiated everything the night before, I couldn’t escape the truth—I had crossed an unforgivable line. I had betrayed my stepbrother. I had betrayed myself. Without saying a word, I quietly left the room. I told myself it was a mistake—just a drunken accident. I convinced myself it would never matter… after all, I believed I was infertile.

He held a bulk of papers which he dropped on the papers, sliding one to me. “ I am here to finalize the contract. Here, that is where you are supposed to sign in.” his fingers tapped the spot. My hands caressed the papers, a quick glance through before my pen slipped over it, and I shoved it back. “We also need an account that the compensation f*e would be paid into.” He sounded so formal, like we haven't been talking all these while. As though he had gotten the feelings out in such a short time. I knew that this was what I wanted, so why did my heartache so much? What exactly was this pain I felt?

Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?” His Contract Wife. Surprisingly, Leila wasn’t appalled by the idea. Heck, it was a good one. But marriage? Straightaway? He was a stranger, handsome, but still unfamiliar. “Yeah. My mother keeps bugging me.” “Sounds like everyone in your family is eager for you to get married,” she teased. “That too. But I’m kind of lonely,” Kelvin confessed with a sad laugh that tore open her heart. “Some days are worse than others.”

“It’s been a month already, Eden! An entire month since we renewed our vows, and yet you keep avoiding me. What the hell is this, huh? I’m your husband now!” Jace slammed his fist on the counter, the sound echoing sharply through the condo overlooking the bay. His voice cracked with frustration.

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Hey! Don’t get cocky!” “That’s all that’s been missing between us as husband and wife. So, can we do it again sometime?” She bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it—she had enjoyed it. But… “I’m your husband, and technically, I could just take care of myself again if you refuse—even though the contract says we should act like a real married couple.” His expression fell again, and her heart ached. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who made you sign that contract, after all. So, fine. Yes, we can do it again.”

He even appeared on TV while awaiting trial; how could he be so cruel? "Hey, turn it off; you don't have to watch it anymore," my mom said, coming out of the kitchen holding two cups of orange juice. "I'm not crying, Mom. I'm not mad at him; it was a contract marriage. We got married because of what we wanted. You got your health, but then... he couldn't get his inheritance," I said, as it broke me to the last part of me.

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

Inez said, her heart racing as she waited for his response. Mario stared at her blankly, his eyes wide with confusion. "A … a contract? What exactly do you mean, Ma’am?" Inez ran her hand through her hair nervously, feeling the need to clarify. She cleared her throat and explained, "Here’s the thing, you’re obviously in need of money and work right now. I need a husband to stand by my side, as my late husband passed away seven years ago." Finally, Mario understood what she was suggesting. He knew her intentions were good, but this was far outside his comfort zone, he’d never considered selling himself the way some celebrity fitness peers of his had.

“This is not the place—” “I decide the place,” he murmured, stepping closer. Her heartbeat pounded. “Adrian, you can’t just show up here—” “You forced my hand.” His voice was soft, deadly. “I warned you not to ignore me.” “My husband is back home,” she hissed. “He’s recovering. I’m not doing this—” “You already did this,” Adrian snapped, for the first time losing control. “You think one miracle erases what we shared? What you gave me? What I—”

My throat is as dry as a desert under the scorching heat of the sun. It’s painful to quaff down air. My mouth can’t even produce its own moisture to relieve the searing pain caused by the dryness of my throat. I didn’t know how my night turned into this embarrassing nightmare. First, I heard my fiance fuck his secret lover and promised to divorce me five years after our marriage so that they could be together. Second, I am acclaimed to be an excellent climber and almost fell 40 feet because of my weak gripping. Third, I am facing Xavier, fiddling like an uncomfortable idiot. I feel so small that I wanted to shrink into his gray sheets.