Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

His statement brought her out of her daze. “No, it’s not. You love your actual wife, but you hate your contractual one.” He rolled his eyes at her theory. What if he told her he loved his contractual wife and wanted to make her his actual one? No, it was too early to confess! She would surely get a heart attack. “Oh, is that so? What if the contractual wife falls in love with her contractual husband?” He was too interested in her answer to let the topic go.

It was a statement, not a question; and one I wouldn’t and couldn’t deny. “She’s my wife,” I growled. “Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to love her for her to be your wife.” He said, shrugging. “It was a contract marriage, chances are no one anticipated you actually falling for her.” He shot me a crooked grin. “No, I guess not,” I said, shaking my head. “Nonetheless, I do and even if I didn’t I wouldn’t let this stand.”

she teased. I chuckled. And then, I nodded slowly. I don't know how she would react. We both know that my marriage with Caspian is only bound by a contract. It's not forever. “But... didn't you say?” she asked, confused. I couldn't tell if she was happy for me or sad. “Are you sure about this, Annika? What if you get hurt? It's against your rule, right?“

I laughed, then suddenly her face frowned, and I took my hand away from her. “That's why you should stop yourself from falling for me because I also have no plans to love you. Remember we're just married on paper, and we're not really a couple so whatever I do in the future don't misunderstand it, that's just part of my acting, do you understand?” In response, she turned around and went out the door. I smiled and looked again at the marriage contract I was holding now, and I immediately signed it. “I just don't know. If I couldn't fall for you because right now, I can't control myself anymore.” I whispered to myself as I stared at the door.

“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”

And we are not a real couple. She's not my real wife and I'm not her real husband. We were just married on paper. We had always broken the rules right from the day she moved in. The memories of her black lace bra falling right on my face when she fell, crossed my mind and I found my cheeks lifting. I cleared my throat, It wasn't funny then, but why would I not stop grinning. Why is it funny now? If I continue this way, she would always allow me to touch her, right? Only if I knew she was the only one I could touch before the contract.

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

He stated, gritting his teeth together. “That's absurd!” I blunted, arching my eyebrows widely. My hands clung on my waist as I sent a quick dagger glare to the daughter and father. “I'm your contract wife and not a slave, I have every right to publicly disclose that night. You should be happy I'm agreeing to your contract.” I expressed coldly, trying to be manipulative, hoping he would actually believe. “Remember you're nobody, Clara Barton. Who would believe I had an affair with someone like you?” He stated, his statement hit me deeply beyond my expectations.

I really wished I could turn back the hands of the clock — heavens knew I wouldn't have visited dad when he asked me to but now, it was too late. "I should be the one using that tone considering the fact that you betrayed me." She replied with my earlier tone and I could already imagine the scowl on her face. "Jhena you got to believe me. I had no idea about the whole thing until I got home. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm married. It's as if I'm dreaming right now." "It's a pity that your husband turns out to be Artemis, the famous playboy. I hope he changes now that he is married." I didn't respond, hence inviting silence into our midst.

“I……” “Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? Ohhh, because we’re married by legacy? Do you think you are my real wife? My dear, don’t forget our marriage is just a contract. You have no right to decide in this. You should just smile at my grandpa, let him believe we are married for three years, collect your money, and leave after three years,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “We agreed—just a contract marriage. Private. Nothing real. And now you are thinking of making it real. Don’t you understand that you’ve just breached our contract?” I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he didn’t give me a chance. His dark eyes bored into mine as he continued.