Falling For My Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

“You’re right. Neah was my wife, Cassandra. I courted her, I loved her, and I married her. I promised her that once I achieved my dreams, I would make it up to her. She was with me when I was just starting to dream of achieving something in life. She supported me and never left my side until I slowly started reaching my dreams. But I failed her. We didn’t just lose our first child, I lost her too. It was all my fault. Three years ago, when I had a business trip to Las Vegas and you asked me to extend my stay there, that was when I lost my wife, Cassandra. When our unborn child died, I prioritized your company. When Neah’s parents died, I wasn’t by her side because I was in Las Vegas. I could

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

he said, voice dripping with finality, “is the marriage contract. And you’re going to sign it.” He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. “This is the price of your freedom—your life and your mother’s. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you’re mine and mine alone.” I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out.

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

James stepped out first, then walked around to open my door. I ignored his hand and stepped out on my own. Flashes went off immediately. Cameras. Reporters. Of course. “Dr. James!” “Over here!” “Who’s the lady with you tonight?” I froze for a second. Then James’s hand wrapped around my waist. Possessive. Firm. “My wife,” he said confidently. Wife. The word felt foreign now. I forced a smile. Because I had no choice. Because my brother was lying in a hospital bed.

It had even been stated in the contract. Jessica rose from her chair and ran to her room, where she cried her eyes out, wondering what she had gotten herself into. Why was she making such a mess of herself? This was not how she used to be. How did she end up falling in love with a man she was only supposed to be married to on contract?

The silence between us is heavy, almost suffocating, and I know I can’t put this off any longer. She lies back on the couch, as if she’s about to go back to sleep, but I reach out and touch her lap gently. She looks up at me, her eyes questioning, and I take a deep breath. Without saying a word, I pull out the contract and hold it up so she can see it. Her eyes widen as I tear it into tiny pieces, letting the fragments fall to the floor. It’s a symbolic gesture, but it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The contractual marriage is over. But that’s not all I want.

" I Said all this calmly even though I was boiling inside. She is trying me so much, and trying to blame me just because they don't have a child. How is that my fault? She also signed a contract six years ago, doesn't she understand my situation? I know she is angry, but I don't deserve any of this. If she had a problem from the beginning why did she let Bryce marry me in the first place. "You think I need your promises. I already know Bryce is mine. He will never love a lower-class slut like you. I am everything you're not and more. No matter how tight your smelly pussy is, it will never change a thing between us. He is mine, and we are going to have our child, and after that happens, he is

She lifted her head, met his eyes, and smiled the first real, open smile she had given him in three hundred and sixty-five days. “Yes.” He kissed her then slow, reverent and endless. Outside, New York kept moving. Inside, they stayed tangled together until noon, learning the difference between ownership and belonging. And somewhere on a server in Switzerland, a five million dollar transaction reversed itself. Because some things, once surrendered, can never be bought back. End of The Contractual Wife Thank you for reading this!