Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

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

She didn't say anything to me. "You..." She parted her lips to speak and then slammed them shut. Her seductive looking eyes gazed at me with an embarrassed face. Those eyes already got me a boner. Fuck! Not here! "You said you touched your assistant and didn't get any reaction. I thought I was the only one who could do that" Oho! My wife is jealous. I folded my lips as my cheek started to swell. I couldn't hold back the laughter, so I laughed loudly. "Huh? Did you hear that?"

“It’s been a month already, Eden! An entire month since we renewed our vows, and yet you keep avoiding me. What the hell is this, huh? I’m your husband now!” Jace slammed his fist on the counter, the sound echoing sharply through the condo overlooking the bay. His voice cracked with frustration.

the man asked, and she nodded. "This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love.

My jaw dropped open in horror and I swung my gaze to my husband who looked completely irritated by my presence, "You begged me to help you get to the top and I slept with all those men to get you to this position!" He snorted, face cold, "No decent woman would have agreed to such a plan. A part of you had to have been eager to spread your legs like a bitch in heat” His words shot through me like several swords lancing through my heart and I staggered back, tears burning the backs of my eyes, "I never wanted it. I did it for you, I did it because I love you. I did it for us, our future” "What future?" His mouth curled in derision, "how can I have a future with a whore like you? You want me to

She knew he had been searching for the person responsible for the contract leak. Yet none of that changed the fact that she was just a contract wife and she was eventually going to be divorced. Katie closed her eyes. She couldn’t continue falling for a man who might never love her the way she loved him. She had spent too much time hoping. Too much time interpreting every little thing he did as proof that there was something real between them. She couldn’t do it anymore. She needed to detach. She needed to stop looking at Damien as her husband. He was her contractual husband!

MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍 Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could eas

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

As I made my way to my office, I could not stop thinking of what suddenly possessed Diane, Diane wasn’t one to be swayed by emotions, she was very strict and definitely my mother’s illness on a normal day wouldn’t have been enough excuse for her. Either ways, I was grateful that I didn’t have to lose my job, thank you to whatever made her that lenient with me. My phone dinged in my pocket signalling the arrival of a new message, I slowly dipped my hands in my pocket and took it out and peered in it. “Contract Husband” was written boldly on the screen specifying who the message was from, I clicked on it and opened the message as I walked into my office and slammed the door shut behind me.