Help! My Contract Husband Is Obsessed With Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Two years of living in a relationship that resembled an agreement more than a marriage. Fernando had never been openly cruel. He provided everything Aixa needed, gave her a comfortable life, and treated her with courtesy. But he had never truly become a husband. There were no small gestures of affection. No warm conversations. No comforting embraces. There were only invisible boundaries that neither of them had ever dared cross. Aixa knew, and was fully aware, that she was nothing more than a contract wife. On top of that, Fernando carried deep trauma involving a woman from his past, so it was impossible for him to become the kind of man Aixa had once hoped for.

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

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.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He steps away from the wall and puts his hand around my waist, pulling me close to whisper in my ear. "Jealousy, Sienna? Really?" I can feel his stubble brushing my cheek as he speaks. "We still have three years left in this contract, you can't go falling in love with me just yet." My wolf melts under his attention, but I am enraged. I shove him off of me and glare daggers at my husband. "It seems to me that I am the only one concerned with the contract."

Franco chuckled—at me, of course. "I’m not joking!" I snapped, glaring at him. "Yeah, yeah! You were with your husband. So, who’s your husband?" Anger bubbled up inside me at his question. Husband. I shouldn’t have a husband because I didn’t want to marry him. But we had a marriage contract, and I… I was indeed married to him. "My husband is—"