Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“And doing my best to be the perfect wife.” I swallow. “It doesn’t matter if it feels like a performance, does it? Like I said, at the end of the day…” My voice softens. “This is just a contract. And I’m just fulfilling my end of the bargain.” Yes. That’s the truth. No matter how much it hurts to admit it. This is a contract. One with an expiration date. And every day, we’re getting closer to the moment I break it. Maybe sooner than I planned. If what Titan told me today is true.

this was a contract marriage,I planned a revenge on my ex but things turned south, ended up falling or I think I am falling for him and I don't even know what to do with all these curse my life can never be the same again

I was going to ignore him. He moved toward the bed. I flinched a little. Not letting him touch me. He paused. “I was never supposed to fall for you, Ava,” he said finally. “That’s what she meant. The contract... it was real...in the beginning but not anymore. I swear.” The word contract replayed in my head. Contract.....Marriage.....Fake. I turned my head away. “I should’ve told you earlier. I wanted to. But everything happened so fast... I didn’t want to hurt you. Then I almost lost you.”

' I thought, looking away from the scene that just sent a barrage of emotions my way. Seeing Danica reminded me each second of Roman's infidelity and her utmost betrayal. I couldn't stop the painful tags in my chest whenever she walked closer. She served as a reminder of my failed marriage, life, and friendship. For the life in my womb though, I had to suck it up and stand tall. "Is everything okay? I heard shouting from the living room." Nika faked concern, standing next to Catarina. "It's nothing to worry you, dear," Catarina responded, scrunching up her face when she looked at me.

The inspector asked, shocked as everything unfolded before his eyes. “Our marriage was a contract marriage anyways and I think the contract is over.” He said, digesting his words. He signed on the document and handed it back to Isabella. She stepped backwards to meet Raymond and fell into his arms. Somehow, she felt hurt and pained. The fact that walking out of the marriage didn't matter to any of them really hurts. The people that were meant to support her badly seeked for her downfall. Raymond wrapped his hand around her neck and gave her the most reassuring hug she had ever had in her whole life.

“Track her movements. Her contacts. Any irregular patterns.” Daniel nodded once. “And?” “And there were… irregularities.” Daniel’s fingers curled slowly against the armrest. “Your wife is seeing another man. I suspect it began when you were hospitalized.” The words didn’t land immediately. They hovered. Suspended. Daniel blinked. “Seeing,” he repeated. “As in—” “As in a relationship,” Christopher said. “Consistent. Emotional. Physical.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Daniel let out a sharp breath that sounded almost like a laugh. “You’re mistaken.”

“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

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

Promises it was so easy to break and making me believe that it was all really was a dumb mistake-- and worst hoping that all was just a sudden burst of emotions that I need to breath away from was true, him lying and cheating on me was never ideal. I stare at the ring that I was wearing the entire time I was here. I close my eyes convincing myself that this was all just a dream, pinching my skin guessing this is a damn reality. I sighed heavily as my sobs slowly went off trying to think of things I need to because of this. I need to think of something, a solution, or maybe an escape. I read again the paper it was there-- our signatures but sadly it was all fake it was never a contract and I

He buys me a home. He builds a business for me. He shows up every time. And I don’t know when exactly I started falling. Maybe the night he held me after the nightmare. Maybe the first time he called me “kitten” in that low, dangerous voice. Maybe when he introduced me as “my wife” like the title meant everything. But I did fall, my contract husband, my accidental heart owner. I pressed my hand to my chest, catching my breath like someone had pulled the truth out of me.