Falling For My Contract Husband Novels & Stories

He made that fucking clause and now he fucking regrets that shit being in the contract! He slammed shut the laptop dropping his back against the couch and staring at the wall with hard eyes. One side of his heart felt extremely happy after discovering the fact that she was his wife. But there was also another side that felt disappointed. He’s her husband. And she’s loyal to him. But was he? Even though it was a contract marriage, not a real one but still she remained loyal to him like the obedient innocent wife she is. And what he did. He had his mistress, and then Hazel. He didn’t even think about his contractual wife all these months. When he was with Ella he used to think about his contra

I swallowed a lump of saliva. He was so sexy and hot. I imagined my fingers digging into his packs and his silky smooth hair. I couldn't take my eyes away from him for a second. He didn't notice because I don't want him to. I felt like getting him to do shit with me. For him to take me but that wasn't possible. He wasn't my real husband. It was just a contract.

Not his looks, not his voice, not his smile, not the way he tried to make a move on me. If anything, his presence here almost irritated me. Worse of all, I kept comparing him to my husband. To Christopher! "And if you can?" But if he could let me forget how miserable I was for one night, I was more than ready to give him the chance. It wasn't like I owed Christopher any faithfulness. Ours was a contracted marriage with no strings attached. He had clearly stated that I could be whoever I wanted to as long as we weren't in his house.

"I have just a few days left and the marriage has to take place immediately and you are the only one I trust with that, moreover you are a good actor, I can pay hugely too.” "Hey!!” I yelled hitting the table and he got frightened a bit by it, "I am sorry, gosh you are one scary lady.” "I don't need your money okay.” "I am sorry, you know being a contract wife comes with a f*e that's why.” He also explained and we both argued like a couple, when we saw the way people looked at us we had to calm down. "Okay fine, can I see the terms ?” I asked and he nodded as he opened his phone documents saying, "Check your mail.”

“Because it's my fault, it's my problem, I was the one who dated him. I didn't want to drag you into this” “You're my wife, Stephanie, we fucking shared a vow”, his voice rumbled. “Under a contract,” I said. I needed to know where I stood with him. “I was afraid that after our contract expires all this ‘I love you’s’ will end. I know you said we are over the contract but I'm still afraid Edward. I don't want my troubles to be yours” I heard him take a deep breath shutting his eyes before saying gently. “One thing I cannot do is go back on my word, and I've fucking fallen for you badly, I don't want you to leave. We could end the contract if you want”

It had even been stated in the contract. Jessica rose from her chair and ran to her room, where she cried her eyes out, wondering what she had gotten herself into. Why was she making such a mess of herself? This was not how she used to be. How did she end up falling in love with a man she was only supposed to be married to on contract?

“You expect him to believe someone paid you three hundred thousand dollars just to pretend to be their wife? You slept with him, Georgia. That’s cheating.” I staggered back, clutching my head as her words echoed through my mind like chaotic music on repeat. My mouth opened but no words came out. How do you explain a contract marriage to save your dying husband? Michael pulled me away from the bed, his grip extremely tight on my arm. “Let me go, you're hurting me.” But my complaints fell on deaf ears. Michael didn't let go of my hand until he threw me out of the room. “You mean nothing to me Georgia, you broke my trust without thinking twice. Now, I'm throwing you out of my life. Sign those d

“You are now. Come closer.” I obeyed and stood in front of his table. He passed me a piece of paper and when I looked at it, I realized that it was the contract for our arranged marriage. I sighed and took a pen from his table to sign. I handed over the contract shortly after. My fingers trembled as I passed it to him, but I forced my jaw to set firm. He glanced at the signature, then looked at me as though seeing something he could finally own. “Welcome to your new life, Elena Wolfe.”

he remarked, his words aching my heart. “Why do you always behave so nonchalant?” I snapped. At this moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why was I always the one trying? “Because the contract states so. It’s not my business who you sleep with,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Cut me some slack, Nick. I made that fucking contract, yet I told you I had feelings for you, and what did you do? You brushed it off. You’re being so—” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.

“One year and my contract will be expired and I’ll get my payout f*e and I’ll be out of his life. Possibly out of the company. I’d make some sort of excuse about some divorce and I would leave his life and he would go.” She sighed. “Your father and I fell in love on day one. But it was something that I knew he would help me with due to the nature of the situation I was in at the time. I needed someone to love, your father was there. The love I had for your father was born out of the act of me falling out of love with my ex and breaking up with him that night. That was when I met your father in a bar. He wasn’t looking for anybody to love anyway. It turns out that he was out of a bad relation