Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“I... I understand. I just didn’t expect us to live with your mother, let alone share a room.” “We’ve already agreed to play this part for the duration of the contract we set, Eleanor,” Archie asserted, taking a step closer to her. His gaze locked her in place. “We made a deal, so you can’t just back out now.” Eleanor desperately wanted to scream. Hadn't Archie been the one who dragged her into this and forced her to participate in this charade in the first place? Then again, she stood to gain from this contract marriage as well. “It’s not that I disagree, sir—I just need time to adjust,” Eleanor explained, careful not to offend him.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

“No, you know the version of me you signed a contract with.” “And I know the woman who stayed and faced her fears, the woman who has done nothing but respect me. Care for me. And most importantly you’ve made this whole contract thing very easy.” Emily’s fingers tightened around the ring. “This arrangement benefits me too,” she said quickly. “Don’t turn me into some selfless saint. We had an agreement. Hope you didn’t forget. It's just a contract. you protect me. I appear to your board of directors as your wife.”

He never cared beyond what she could provide: a suitable wife, an acceptable companion for charity galas and business dinners, someone who knew how to smile at the right moments and fade into the background when required. She had traded genuine love… the kind that asked nothing and gave everything, for a life where she existed as nothing more than a convenient transaction. A merger of families. A checkmark on someone else's list of accomplishments. Her chest tightened, the familiar ache spreading through her ribs like cracks in ice. Nina closed her eyes briefly, pressing her fingertips against her temples as if she could physically push the thoughts away. Not tonight, she told herself firmly

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.

He didn't move, allowing her to hold him. Resting her head against his chest, her voice hoarse, Emily confessed, "I had a dream... that you wouldn't let me return to the villa anymore." Murray seemed to instantly understand why she had said she hated it here. She thought his taking her to the hotel meant she couldn't return to the villa. "Are you dumb? Three years is still long away." When Emily had come to him, she signed a contract - Murray would invest 1 billion in Fiduinvest, and she would be with him for three years.

the maid in the center confessed, falling to her knees. "Are you stupid? Can’t you keep your mouth shut? What do you mean my husband and I have a contract marriage?" I asked angrily, even though it is a contract marriage, I could not admit that. "Who gave you the information that it is a contract marriage? Or were you going into Jonathan’s office to snoop around his documents?" I asked sharply.

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.

“You’re telling me to behave after you whispered ‘Don’t stop’ in my ear like a goddamn dare?” Her cheeks flush. “That was adrenaline.” “Bullshit.” I catch her wrist, pull her between my knees. “You meant it.” She yanks free, but not hard. “The contract was three months to make me fall for you willingly. You don’t get to rewrite the rules because you got hard watching me stitch up your men.” I stand, crowd her back until her ass hits the edge of the counter. “You think I give a fuck about some paper we signed?” I growl low. “You’re my wife now. In front of my men, my enemies, God if he’s watching. That changes things.”

Like ask why. He kissed her. I swallowed hard, the sour taste of old wine and older disappointment rising in my throat. The internet thought I was a fool. The pitied wife who got played, discarded, forgotten. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know about the contract. About the ten million dollars. About how none of it was ever supposed to feel real. And yet… it did. I fell. Not gracefully. Not logically. I fell like someone who never expected to land.