Help! My Contract Husband Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

"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—"

"What else am I supposed to think? You take my money, live in my house, wear my ring…but you can't even be honest about where you go during the day?” "Because I knew you'd react like this!" "This isn't about control!" His voice cracked. "This is about trust! About the fact that we're supposed to be married and you can't even tell me the truth!" "We're not really married! This is a contract!" “Yes I know this is a contract" He moved closer, his eyes searching mine. "Just business? But I need to know where my Contract wife goes to before social media start talking. My heart hammered. "What are you saying?"

he said and stretched it to her, she retrieved it from him immediately. "Contract?" Natalia asked to be sure she heard right. “His marriage with her is a contracted marriage,” his voice let out. Natalia smiled at this, if there was one thing Julian hated was trying to fool them with a contracted marriage. He believes that is the dumbest idea ever, once she gives this to him he would immediately consider not handing his shares to him but to her son. “We never met tonight and this never occurred,” Natalia said coldly but the man busted out laughing.

He had me by the throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had totally forgotten all about the contract and now my hands are tied. I sank into my seat as I felt the tears form in my eyes. ‘Why the f*ck am I crying?’ I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and exhaled. ‘This is only for a while. The contract is to last for a year, right? You got this. You can do this, Jade.’ ‘He wants to see you break but don’t let him get to you. All you have to do is be good at your job and avoid him, you’ll be fine.’

replied Sarah, a little crossly. “Just three children - I want more. Besides, it shows I am a strong man actually,” Charles bit Sarah’s ears, and teased her, “You know I miss you so much. How can I let you go easily after the wedding? In accordance with our speed, we would have at least three children after working hard day and night.” “You-you are so cheeky,” Sarah wanted to get rid of him. Charles hugged her more tightly and bit her ears. “No, this is the normal desire of a man. Besides, you make me control my lust. It’s normally quite active, you know, and I can’t promise I won’t be a wolf with you after we get married.”

Not because I disagreed—but because it was so Conrad to turn down a proposal with logic and lowkey romance. "You want more stolen kisses, more late-night drunk calls, more screaming matches about who ate the last chocolate muffin?" He smirked. "Exactly. I want to know every version of you before I get stuck with your surname forever." "You'd be stuck with mine?" "You're the dramatic one. Of course you'd insist." I laughed, leaning over and pinning him down against the cushions. "Fine. No marriage. Yet. But I'm gonna start sending you those 'couple honeymoon destinations' reels anyway. Just for when we're ready."

I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny. “Hopefully her husband will work at being a better spouse then.” He said gently stroking the side of my face while holding my gaze. “Doesn't matter. It's a contract marriage. We don't need to like ourselves.” “Liking ourselves will make it bearable though, won't it?” He said gently and I nodded. “Okay then, deal.” I got up and stretched my hands to his to shake on it. But he also got up towering over me as he did. “Nah. After waking up the way we did, I think we are way past shaking in this relationship” followed with a wink, and I felt myself turn red in shame.

But of course, it was just business. "But your family love Georgia, right? Why call it off?" "My parents chose her," Apollo said while his voice was laced with a sudden and sharp bitterness. "Not me. I feel trapped." "But couldn't you just tell them that?" Apollo let out a long and frustrated sigh while running a hand through his hair. "It’s complicated, Stacy. My family has plans and they don't involve my input. But with this scandal out in the open, I have the leverage to walk away. I can't marry her if I'm in love with someone else."

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”