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

If I had gone ahead to sleep with him while I was delirious and blinded by my hurt, I would have regretted it. “Pray tell, why is it logical for me to have sex with my contracted husband?” I folded my arms, ignoring it when his eyes fell to my breast. “So we can get over it. Think about it, we are starting to blur the line between our obligations and our desires. I have unholy thoughts about you and they distract me from things that matter all the time. I can't have that. We need to do this to get rid of this attraction, to get ourselves out of each other's systems.”

as if unveiling a secret world meant only for us. I lay on a sumptuous bed, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions while scrolling through social media updates. The remnants of scandal and gossip clung to every post, but all that faded when I felt a gentle touch on my back. Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me."

"No, Lulu. I won't let you meet Damien again." "You can't forbid me." "I'm your husband." "It's just a contract!" The words came out before I could stop them. The room suddenly felt very silent. "Contract," he repeated softly. I bit my lip. I had hurt him. I could see it from the way he clenched his fists at his sides, but I couldn't take back my words. Because it was the truth. This marriage was just a contract. Nothing more. "Then handle your own problem. I don't care," he said.

"Relax, dear wife. I am not that desperate. Did you forget that we have a contract?" There was one thing he said that made me immediately flinch and shift away from him. I turned around and frowned at him. Why was he provoking me? More like — why was he seducing me? "Ah, Mister Desmond Lucas, I think it's you I should be reminding about the contract. You seem to always forget that this is just a contract marriage we agreed on. Yet you keep coming to me... Am I really that irresistible?"

ALEXA Maybe I was overreacting. Yes, my contract husband and I had undeniable explosive-type chemistry. And lately, I had been getting in the feels. He's been so soft for me of late, and even though I'd never allowed myself to linger on the possible motive for doing all that, right at this moment, as I stood in front of the mirror... My mind wandered. Killian was supposed to be my enemy. Heck, he'd literally forced me into signing a marriage contract while holding me at gunpoint.

She laughs. “What do you want with my husband?” I finally ask, the one question I've been asking myself when I'm alone at night. “I don't believe that bullshit you out up.” “Nothing, you should ask him instead. He's the one that trapped me in a contract.” “Look he does this, it's an open marriage and you're just another fuck. And if I'm being honestly I don't know why he chose you, you're the least attractive of them all.”

I wonder whether he considers me as his office assistant who obediently carries out his orders. "Why ought I to pay attention to you?" I asked with a shrug of the shoulders. "Because it is spelled out nowhere in the contract that you won't assist me, my lovely wife, you must assist your husband, and you cannot refuse." Oh my God, what is wrong with this man that he keeps bringing up the term that was included in our contract? When I leave this island, the first thing I'll do is revise our agreement so that this man won't continue to punish me in this way.

It was about his reputation yet again, and I turned my head towards the window. "I am quite serious about this, Vivian," he hissed, and I looked at him, a bored expression on my face as he looked at me, then drowned deeply. "You are under contract with me. You have infringed on it too much. I don't think it would be wise to do something more stupid and cause more havoc," he insulted, and fury boiled within me. "We are to play the game of loving husband and doting wife. There are no loopholes, and we are to excel at this act for as long as Gran wants us to stay, so don't fuck this up," he warned, and my eyes reduced to slits.

“I think this is the reason why no man tried to marry you! You don’t want to be conquered!” This time, my anger bursts forth. “Conquered?! I am not a trophy you can show around!” I snap at him. “Who do you think you are?! You are fucking insufferable with your jealousy and all! This contract is supposed to be of comfort, but you offered nothing of that!” “Am I not allowed to get jealous if someone else is touching my wife?!” “Yes! Because I am just your fake wife, are you forgetting that?! If you are going to be jealous, you should have added something about that to the contract! You should have insisted that we can’t meet with friends of the opposite sex!” I snarl at him.

“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…”