Novel & Cerita Falling For My Contract Husband

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.

My stomach dropped and my hands became sweaty. I had totally forgotten about it. The contract that has kept me a prisoner in my own marriage.

he said, voice dripping with finality, “is the marriage contract. And you’re going to sign it.” He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. “This is the price of your freedom—your life and your mother’s. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you’re mine and mine alone.” I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out.

He wasn't joking. He wasn't saying it to make me feel good. He meant it. And as I stared at Nicholas Lancaster---my contract husband, my ex-husband's brother, and the man who'd just claimed me so thoroughly I could still feel him inside me---I realized something terrifying. I was falling for him. I had fallen for my ex-husband's brother. And there was definitely no going back from this.

I sat up upright on the bed and practiced inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to calm myself down. “Okay…just breathe. It's not that bad,” I said aloud to myself, but the voice in my head snapped at me. Okay maybe it was that bad. I was falling for my fake husband! And I couldn't even deny or stop it from happening. I was falling for Quinn, forgetting that this was a contract and I wasn't supposed to do that.

he shot back, his voice sharp. Sarah’s anger faltered, and she fell silent, the weight of his question hanging heavily in the air. “Do you?” he pressed again, his tone demanding. She gulped, her bravado slipping away. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan’s frustration boiled over. “You know, and still, you got yourself pregnant? You signed the contract after reading everything! It was clearly written that you can’t get pregnant while under contract. How the hell could you neglect this?”

as if unveiling a secret world meant only for us. I lay on a sumptuous bed, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions while scrolling through social media updates. The remnants of scandal and gossip clung to every post, but all that faded when I felt a gentle touch on my back. Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me."

“After everything I’ve done. After the contract. After the way I treated you.” I stopped scrubbing. I looked at the man who had everything and yet seemed to have nothing. “Because,” I whispered, “I know what it’s like to be desperate. And I think you’re more desperate than I ever was. but most importantly Michael you are now my real husband, the father of my unborn baby.”

She wrote: _Giulia Romano Bianchi. The room went silent. Contessa smiled. Signore Bianchi nodded once, satisfied. The lawyer stamped the page. Marco didn’t breathe. Giulia set the pen down and met his eyes. Her voice was steady. “There. Now I’m your wife on paper. Marco. Let’s see if you still want me when the contract ends.” She stood, legs shaking, and walked out of the room before he could answer. Outside, the Roman sky was too bright. Too blue. Giulia pressed her back against the stone wall and slid to the ground.

This is not what we talked about! Raising the pieces of paper in the mid-air showing it to him, hysterically breathing as I face him. "Marriage contract? Are you out of your mind!?" I said hysterically, this is not right! I will not marry someone I don't love! it may sound cliche but I am not stupid enough to agree on this!