Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“After everything I’ve done. After the contract. After the way I treated you.” I stopped scrubbing. I looked at the man who had everything and yet seemed to have nothing. “Because,” I whispered, “I know what it’s like to be desperate. And I think you’re more desperate than I ever was. but most importantly Michael you are now my real husband, the father of my unborn baby.”

She nearly gave a loud snort when she saw a part that stated that she was not to fall in love with him or demand for his time. Ariella had not even thought of falling for him because she knew that they were not in the same league. She should be super grateful that she could even bare a chair for him. She was going to be his wife in name only, so why should she demand for his time? After reading the whole thing three more times just to be sure and snickering when she comes across ridiculous demands, she dropped the contract down to look at Mr. Allan who was still waiting patiently. “I'm done,”

The room remained quiet, oblivious to the torment taking place within its walls, as she fought to escape the relentless storm in her mind. "Why would you discuss me with my father like I am a business Deal?!! Do you know how selfish a contract marriage sounds?!" "I want you, and I thought if your father benefited from me being with you, you would appreciate that. I don't see the issue here..." "What the hell do you want from me?!! Do you think your money can buy my love? I am not some property to get earned in a contract. Now, read my lips! No matter what you do, I will never, ever fall for a man like you! The sooner you get into your thick head that I do not care for you or your so-called f

“Sarah, who are you? A noble lady? Why should I explain anything to you?” Sarah turned around and looked at him, eyes filling with pain and disbelief. She didn’t know this guy who was standing in front of her. His expression and words were unfamiliar to her and coming from a stranger, not her beloved husband. Getting herself together, she said with a calm tone. “Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?”

The woman's face turned white and she almost collapsed to the floor. Gary was also startled and when he saw the work contract that belonged to him being taken away, he said with trembling lips, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it turns out that it's the Executive Boss of the K Group, it's because we have eyes and don't recognize him. The women's brains exploded, the other party was actually the Executive Boss! Wouldn't they be screwed? Her husband had been having a hard time finding a job, and the suit he was wearing today was still borrowed, with tags he hadn't dared to remove.

he continued, “is that it does not matter anymore.” He paused. “I agree to a contract. What I did not agreed to and did not plan for was falling in love with my wife.” He said it plainly. Like it was the simplest fact in the room. “Celine is not a contract to me. She has not been for a long time. She is my wife. She is the person I go home to every evening not because an agreement tells me to but because there is nowhere else I want to be.” The room was quiet in a different way now.

he shot back, his voice sharp. Sarah’s anger faltered, and she fell silent, the weight of his question hanging heavily in the air. “Do you?” he pressed again, his tone demanding. She gulped, her bravado slipping away. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan’s frustration boiled over. “You know, and still, you got yourself pregnant? You signed the contract after reading everything! It was clearly written that you can’t get pregnant while under contract. How the hell could you neglect this?”

"Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from the start. Now, it is time you stop dropping the act of being my wife and go back to your father’s house. Your tenure in this fantasy is over. I am not the man you think you have a claim on." Delia shot up from the chair, her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of my desk. She looked like she was about to lose it completely. “What? Just like th

“Own you?” “That’s what you think this is, isn’t it?” she shot back, voice trembling with both fear and fire. “That you can buy me like one of your contracts. But I’m not a commodity, Damian. I’ll play the role of your wife for a year, but you don’t control me.” For the first time, his composure cracked. A low chuckle escaped him, deep and unexpected. It sent a shiver down her spine. “You have spirit,” he murmured. “Most would’ve signed their soul away without protest. But you… you want to keep your claws.”

There was something unnerving about how calm she was as if none of this was out of the ordinary. George collapsed onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. Everything he knew had shifted in a matter of minutes. Questions chased each other in his head like a storm: Who was Luna? What was in this so-called contract? What kind of person agrees to pretend to be someone’s wife? He stood suddenly, driven by instinct more than logic, and walked to the staircase. “Wait,” he called. Luna stopped at the top step and turned, her hand resting lightly on the banister.