Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“Your friend was supposed to meet me today to sign the final contract.” My eyebrows scrunched. “Contract?” His gray eyes met mine. “To be my contract wife.” My breath hitched. My mouth fell open and my brain short-circuited. The fuck? Contract wife?! What the hell is he talking about?! “You’re joking,” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “There’s no way Mica agreed to something like that.” He didn’t say anything. Just kept watching me. I scrambled for my phone. “I’ll call her right now—”

That way she takes my personal matters as hers is just the best. I know I wasn't supposed to fall but as that says , love happens and I've briged the contract. I fell in love with the woman I paid to be my fake wife. It took me so much time to realise it. I was also pushing her away because I didn't want to fall for her. But it happened. I close my eyes tight. Where are you Anna please be safe

He made that fucking clause and now he fucking regrets that shit being in the contract! He slammed shut the laptop dropping his back against the couch and staring at the wall with hard eyes. One side of his heart felt extremely happy after discovering the fact that she was his wife. But there was also another side that felt disappointed. He’s her husband. And she’s loyal to him. But was he? Even though it was a contract marriage, not a real one but still she remained loyal to him like the obedient innocent wife she is. And what he did. He had his mistress, and then Hazel. He didn’t even think about his contractual wife all these months. When he was with Ella he used to think about his contra

I blinked, in a daze as I stared at her beautiful face. “I’m your wife now,” Her words were simple, but it knocked out all the air in my chest. The anger in my chest quieted down, just for a moment until a familiar feeling rose back, and I intend to address this now. “Yes,” I spoke slowly, “You are… my wife.” She smiled. “For now,” I added and watched as her smile vanished, replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘for now’?” “You might still run away from me once our deal is over. Once I gave you the shining spotlight you desperately want. Once you finally achieved your revenge against your ex-husband, you will leave me. That’s our contract.”

“You were calling Marcus for a press conference. Do you think a statement from your legal team will fix this? No. It will look like rich lawyers covering up a crime.” My voice dropped, becoming quiet and unwavering. “You need a wife. Not a lawyer. Not an exile. You need the woman they think is weak, standing next to you, looking them straight in the eye.” I paused, letting the weight of the decision settle between us. “The contract says I must act like your wife. Well, this is what a wife does, Damien. She stands by her husband when the whole world is trying to tear him down.” His intense blue eyes searched mine. He was looking for the lie, the calculation, the hidden contract clause I was r

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

“The whole world knows you are my wife now. So, you are stuck with me.” “Fake wife,” she corrected, jabbing a finger at me. “And what made you think telling the media was a good idea? We agreed to keep it low-key, remember? It’s in the damn contract.” I shrugged. “Right, the part where we tell everyone it’s fake is still locked up tight.” I leaned forward. “But everything else? I’m fine with the world knowing you belong to me.” Her lips parted. “I do not belong to you.” I shook my head slowly, my gaze holding hers. “You did the moment you signed my contract. And for as long as this arrangement continues, Jasmine…” I leaned in, my voice a whisper that wrapped around her like a chain. “You are

Christ, what have I gotten myself into? “Rule one: We're not in love. This is a contracted marriage. There will be no love, no jealousy, no possessiveness, no asking about the other's whereabouts. All you have to do is play the role of a perfect wife, give birth, and leave with your body still intact.” He explained, and I swallowed, listening attentively. “Rule 2: never tell anyone about the contract. We're married, that's all anyone needs to know. Just those two rules. Do you understand?” He asked, and I nodded quickly, earning a satisfied smirk from him. “You can leave.”

She scrambles back against the pillows, breath coming in sharp gasps, eyes bright with tears she refuses to let fall. “No,” she says, shaking her head. “No – this is wrong. I stood in a church and I married your son. Two days ago.” The words are sharp with shock, not logic, but I let her finish. I let the panic crest, then I speak. “That marriage was a contract,” I say, evenly. “You know that.” She freezes. “You didn’t marry for love,” I continue. “You didn’t promise fidelity of feeling. You promised duration, performance, appearance.”

"I don't mean I can randomly shove my cock into any Terry, Dee or Harriet's mouth, though. That has to be special too. Same goes for going down on them." She was confused. "But for me, you…" "You are my wife." He responded matter-of-factly and it did nothing to eae her confusion. If anything, she was more confused. "But we both know that we have a contract marriage and when it ends…" She somehow felt reluctant to talk about what would happen once the contract period ended. Why did it sting? "What about that woman? Have you given up on her because she's married?" He looked at her in amusement. What a deadbrain. His beautiful, adorable deadbrain. He wove his hand through her hair and took in h