Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Mario said, turning on the MP3 player in the fitness room. Mario led the exercises in front of Inez, facing the large mirror mounted on one wall of the room. In the past, Mario had only admired Inez during her private training sessions. He’d thought how captivating she looked when she sweated, and now that beautiful woman was his. In his heart, Mario felt incredibly lucky to have married a lovely young widow like Inez. All he needed now was to replicate his past success and make his wife proud. However, every time he remembered their marriage contract was only for five years, Mario felt a twinge of anxiety. He was afraid of losing Inez. That fear fueled his determination, driving him to prov

Evelyn tells the man and then yawns, “I am very tired; let me take you inside first.” “You can go in, you don’t have to accompany me.” Michael tells her. “It is no work, let me take you inside.” Evelyn wheels him inside and says goodnight and leaves. As soon as she left, the man in the wheelchair suddenly stands up and goes to his desk and sends a message to someone. “Find out more about my wife.” His eyes turns dangerously dark and thinks about his new wife, he definitely underestimates her.

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.

I said, and he exhaled a chuckle. "Rogers, we have to perfect our little actings in secret to get real in public. You're my wife, billionaire Michael Smith's wife. Now, I'm gonna have to massage your shoulders," he said, and this time, he gave me a gaze I'd never seen. It was all an act, I wouldn't let anyone get that close to me, even if it was only an act. "It's against the contract," I said, trying to turn away from his room.

"You sure are taking this wife role of yours seriously, aren't you?" "Of course I am. We're married," she maintained. "We're married on papper," I reminded her. "You and I are on a contract and once the contract expires, we're gonna be strangers once again." "I don't wanna talk about it, right now," she said sharply, her eyes failing hiding her anger. "I just happen to have a soft heart. I care because I hate seeing you in this position." She was unbelievable. She was just way too easy.

"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.”

God, those perfectly defined abs that I'd been fantasizing about just minutes ago. "Someone call an ambulance," one woman stage-whispered to her colleague. "I think I'm having a heart attack." "That's his wife he's carrying," someone else said. "Lucky bitch." My jaw clenched involuntarily. Lucky bitch. I was not feeling possessive. I wasn't. This was a contract marriage. It was a business arrangement, and it certainly didn't matter that other women were drooling over my contract husband's body. Except it did matter.

“I was the one who Diego chose to be his wife. At first, I did not approve, but because I was blinded by the benefits, I took it. For my dreams and for my grandmother.” I thought they would interrupt, but they did not. It made me more comfortable to share since they are the only ones who can intently listen to my side, no matter what they did. “But as time passed by and as we performed our act, we got closer together. We felt our bodies and our hearts becoming one. And we did our best to avoid falling in love with each other, but guess what?” I said with a bittersweet smile. “I ended up breaching our contract by merely falling in love with him, knowing that I would just leave him the moment

He looked pained, like he didn’t want to hear that. “You’re not,” he said quietly. “But I am, Jillian,” I whispered. “Because I’m falling for you. And I hate it.” His breath hitched. For once, he had no words. I turned away, but he caught my wrist again—gentler this time. “I’m falling too, Christy,” he said. “That’s why this is so messed up.” I froze. “I never wanted to feel anything for you. This marriage… it was supposed to be a contract. A means to an end. But now… I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when I try. Even when Alyssa’s in front of me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I love to break it to him, but we aren't special; we had each other for convenience. “You forget something really important, husband,” I step closer to him until I’m a few inches away from his face; I lean forward, aiming to whisper in his left ear, I place my hand to his neck down to his chest, Axel gasp in my sensual touch. “I’m just your contract wife; you wanted to use me to get all the riches you think you deserve; you do not own any piece of me nor my body. So if you value your life, stop annoying me.”