Falling For My Contract Husband Novels & Stories

I couldn’t believe for a second that she would fall for my trick as she was very clever and intelligent. It then dawned on me that it was suspicious how she was quick to fall for it and also leave the house. This meant that my suspicions were true and her marriage to Jace was on a contract but what baffled me was why Jace would have a contracted wife, one I had no idea about.

He left you? " Funny. No, we signed a contract that after five years we'll go our separate ways and this is the fifth year" " What? So.. your marriage is ending this year? What? Why? "The contract, so on Christmas, we'll part ways and I'll become a divorcee, funny right? Honestly, I decided to try my luck by visiting you and taking advices from you. I tried to get things in order by trying to seduce my husband, I succeeded and we started having sex and it was nice, goodness, I never knew my husband was so perfect in bed. His touch, his kisses, his smile and everything melts me, and I fell so hard for him, silly me, I. never knew he never loved me. My husband gave me the shock of my life when

He made me think of things that I didn't want to think of. For some stupid reason I was falling to him and I wanted to know why. He was not the typical guy that I would go for. The guy who would assume your whole existence. It was just a contract marriage for both of us to get what we wanted and so far I was getting what I wanted. By being his wife I could not be with other people so it was normal for me to want more. Every time I smiled when I remembered a memory of him I reminded myself that was not supposed to fall in love with him.

I can’t see my husband anymore because of the crowd that has surrounded them. Suddenly, my legs can’t hold me up. My knees buckle under my weight. At the same time, a pointed heel on my shoe breaks off, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I shake my head in disbelief. Tears run freely down my cheek. It’s one thing that my wolf went from hungry to mate to heartbroken, with earsplitting howls and piercing cries, but why am I feeling so shattered? He’s a contract! It’s not like I’m in love with him…right?

Lock myself in my bedroom and lean against the door, breathing carefully through the sharp ache beneath my ribs. Performed adequately. I slid down to sit on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, and finally let myself acknowledge the truth Diana saw so clearly over lunch. I'm falling for a man who sees me as a business arrangement. A convenient solution to a public relations problem. A wife who performs adequately when required. And the worst part—the part that makes me want to scream or cry or both—is that I walked into this with eyes wide open. Signed the contract. Took his money. Agreed to every term.

“Three years ago, Theo approached me at a club—with a contract in hand." “What kind of contract?” Mr Hudson demanded. Sighing, I replied. “A contract marriage.” His mouth fell open, but I didn't stop. "I had just caught my husband cheating on me with my best friend. And I had nowhere to go." My fingers curled into my lap. "Theo gave me an escape, and I took it." Mr Hudson stayed silent. Then, slowly, he removed his glasses, and to my shock, his shoulders trembled. "Sir?" I hesitated, before rising and stepping around the desk.

Almost in my 22 years of existence, I spent my time studying and working, not even once did I try to fall in love with a man "B-why me?" I asked while the heartbeat was strong There are many women who are better than me But I'm better "I trust you" He said and my heart beat even stronger What if I slip up? Maybe later someone will tell me that our marriage is not real I swallowed and glanced at his band again, he was there and standing as if waiting for my answer I am also waiting for my answer "Okay" I said and swallowed He let out a loud sigh "Heres the contract marriage" he said and gave me the paper he was holding earlier

Then it struck me, an idea so reckless, yet perfect. If my father wanted me married, then I would give him exactly that. Not a real wife, but someone who could play the role long enough for me to prove myself. A contract wife. And that is exactly why I'm here, to tell my father the news: I was getting married. He looked thrilled, relieved even. He had no idea that I hadn't even found the woman yet. Without wasting time, I went to meet with Dr. Luke. Fate, however, had its own plans. Just as I was about to step into his office, a woman bumped into me.

What if he doesn't believe me, or has no intention of staying with me long-term? I couldn't let myself get attached. But the terrifying reality was that I was starting to feel attached, and it felt entirely wrong. He had explicitly stated in our contract: no falling in love. How foolish could I be to think our situation would be any different? Every contract marriage ended eventually, and we had just over a month left before ours expired. What was I supposed to do? Whether it was the pregnancy hormones spiking or pure emotional exhaustion, tears began to blur my vision. A sudden, violent chill ran skin-deep. I dragged the thick duvet over my shoulders, shivering, and drifted off into a restl

It all sounded like a lifeline dipped in poison. My mind tried to resist it, but a picture formed anyway. College. The unfinished degree I had given up on without ever truly choosing to. “What exactly do you get from this?” I asked, my voice quieter now. “A wife,” he said simply. “Someone who won’t mistake this for love.” Silence stretched between us. The weight of his words settled over me. This wasn’t romance. This was a contract. A dangerous opportunity wrapped in the suit of a man who could ruin lives with a single phone call.