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

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—"

she asked, sounding like a mother trying to chastise her child. I dropped my gaze to the floor of the car, keeping away from breaking under her stare. “I don’t think that he wants me to do that,” Her gaze narrowed, her nose scrunched as she gave me her best mocking glare, “Sasha, he is your husband…” “Contract,” I cut in. She rolled her eyes, “he is your contract husband. That means that when both of you have issues. You will have to do the most logical thing ever,”

I thought his love was why he bought over half of my father's share in the company. Huh, silly me, I was wrong. The heck. And why am I feeling disappointed? What's with me? "Okay, no problem." I nodded and turned over to the next page. It's a two-page contract I signed before without even reading it. "And what do you mean by this?" I looked into his eyes, and he didn't take his eyes off me. My heart started to race. "And what do you think a married couple should do? First, of course, it involves intercourse."

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.

“So, why exactly would I want to put up this act?” “Because I'm your wife… to-be…” I honestly don't weird while saying those words. It was hard not to get too caught up in the role to think that I was getting married to one of the richest men in Vegas. “At least the contract says we're getting married. Real couples help each other when they are in need…” “But we are not a real couple.” His cold reminder had me back down to earth. How could he have been so mean? “You know that more than anyone. Besides, the contract doesn't provide any room for gimmicks…”

Oh my god! “what?” Tress asked, “I just realized I’m screwed!” I said, she narrowed her eyes, not sure of what I just said. “yeah you are screwed, living at the same house after the wedding. I mean there will be a lot of…” she started saying I shot her one of my deadly glares, I blushed. “nothing ever will happen, Harris made sure of that. All of it was written in the contract” I said, she stood up “yeah, the contract won’t stop love Andy, I look and I feel love” she said, walking towards the kitchen leaving me there lost in my train of thoughts.