Help! My Contract Husband Is Obsessed With Me 소설 & 이야기

This is not what we talked about! Raising the pieces of paper in the mid-air showing it to him, hysterically breathing as I face him. "Marriage contract? Are you out of your mind!?" I said hysterically, this is not right! I will not marry someone I don't love! it may sound cliche but I am not stupid enough to agree on this!

Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?” His Contract Wife. Surprisingly, Leila wasn’t appalled by the idea. Heck, it was a good one. But marriage? Straightaway? He was a stranger, handsome, but still unfamiliar. “Yeah. My mother keeps bugging me.” “Sounds like everyone in your family is eager for you to get married,” she teased. “That too. But I’m kind of lonely,” Kelvin confessed with a sad laugh that tore open her heart. “Some days are worse than others.”

The contract will automatically come to an end because, tell me, who exactly in their senses would go ahead to marry someone else while already being married? Is he going to make me a mistress now? It makes no sense. The more I think about it, the more perplexed I am. Why exactly did he make me get into a contract with him? Why? What's the essence? Am I being used? Am I being played? I don't get it. The idea of landing myself a job sounds easy enough in my head, but the sharp sting in my chest tells me it won’t be. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, walking away won’t be simple.

“As if that's enough. Just tell me what the hell pushed you into doing it? Let me guess, you were drunk again?” He laughed, reaching his seatbelt. "Come on. As if you would let me touch you, wife. And like you said, it's a contract marriage so I'm not so interested in touching my contract wife which means I am entitled to touching someone else.” I gasped, "So you agree to the contract marriage stuff now?" He nodded, “I'm only going with your words and respecting your choice. That's what couples do, right?” I didn't respond, unable to process what to say.

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.

He had clearly stated that he would never be sexually attracted to me, and now he wanted me to admit that I wanted him to fuck me. I yanked my jaw free. “No! I don’t want you to fuck me. In fact, I don’t like you touching me. We are in a contract marriage, and I would appreciate it if we stuck to the contract. Of course, that includes keeping my name off your lips when you jerk off.” He clenched his jaw. “I clearly told you that was—” “Nothing!” I completed. “But it didn’t look like nothing. It sure looked like you enjoyed fucking yourself to my memories.”

I smile at their antics before turning my attention to the phone again. Husband: That’s the plan, Wifey. I want you to crave me every moment I’m not with you. I blush, reading his text. Me: Well, congratulations, because you’ve succeeded. I’m constantly thinking about you. Husband: You know, when you were my temporary wife, the thought of you being with another man after divorcing me killed me deep inside. Sometimes I feel like killing every man you slept with. Anyway, I had an idea from the beginning about his possessiveness. The way he didn’t let me get hooked on with any man after our contract marriage. But for the first time, he’s saying these words to me, and it’s blowing my mind.

I looked at Alex again and now he is dancing sexily with some girls. Tsk, why is he like that when in fact I am here, his wife, watching him right now. I don’t know why but I suddenly felt irritated while seeing that my husband is getting close with other women right now. He should not do that because he is already married right? Well, I just realized that we are just a contract married couple in the first place so maybe he is still allowed to do what he wants. But why am I feeling this way right now? Am I jealous?

I may have called him my husband in my thoughts once or twice, but I have never dared to say the word out loud to myself. “Hello husband,” I beam and he kisses me. “Say it again,” he whispers. “Husband,” I repeat. “Again.” “I married an idiot,” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “But you love that idiot,” he says and I squeeze his body. “I do. I hopelessly love him,” I murmur. “Please stop bringing that stupid contract up,” I request, looking into his brown eyes. “Never going to mention it again,” he tells me as we pull apart. “In fact, we need to tear our copies.”

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.