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

Things that i want to erase from my memory… “I can't believe I said all that to him” I cringed. “Ughhh! Now i don't know how to face him! What came over me!” i complain bitterly. To myself. I just know he must be thinking I am so easy. Maybe now he thinks he could come into my room anytime and I would welcome him. Ughh! I had a freaking nightmare! How did it turn into this? I start to wonder if he would dissolve the marriage contract for her? I guess i am his wife only on paper. I just need to find a way to stand firm to my beliefs. If it killed me, i need to stick to the contract. Its only one year.

I thundered and he flinched a little because he was scared the conversation went from 0-100 almost immediately. “I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t mean to insult you or make fun of you. I just meant to inquire more about your husband and the reason why you complain about him,” he apologized and I hummed with a slight nod “Well, my husband and I are involved in a contract marriage,” I said and paused to watch his reaction. He shifted a bit on his chair and I continued. “We got into that marriage with two separate goals of course. He wanted his father’s wealth and I wanted him to love me,” I said, sadness written all over my face while he listened attentively to me.

“Own you?” “That’s what you think this is, isn’t it?” she shot back, voice trembling with both fear and fire. “That you can buy me like one of your contracts. But I’m not a commodity, Damian. I’ll play the role of your wife for a year, but you don’t control me.” For the first time, his composure cracked. A low chuckle escaped him, deep and unexpected. It sent a shiver down her spine. “You have spirit,” he murmured. “Most would’ve signed their soul away without protest. But you… you want to keep your claws.”

“You've been married for three years now. Should we expect a little heir anytime soon?” His smile didn't waver. “My wife and I haven't made that decision yet.” The answer came too quickly. Like he had already prepared it. For one second, I almost believed that we had actually discussed it. But we hadn't. There had never been a decision to make. Every time I had gathered the courage to take a step towards him, I had been pushed away. Sometimes he buried himself in work. Other times he claimed he was tired. Sometimes he simply looked at me with disgust in his eyes, as though he was still trying to understand how we had ended up married in the first place.

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

“You were implying it. You were implying that you are the master and I am the slave because I signed the contract to be your husband.” I was about to say something as he raised his hand. “Let’s just go to your stupid gala. I’ll see my mother later then. And after this gala, you wanted a marriage right? One without feelings? One where we don’t care about each other? One where we are strictly business? You’ll get that. That was what you wanted in the first place, right?”

Before she realized it, Anita thought, "Oh my gosh, why am I almost charmed by him, even though I already have a husband?" TO BE CONTINUED

MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍 Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could eas

“I am done with that hellhole you call a marriage! Nothing can bring me back to you after you had the nerve, the audacity and the disrespect to cheat on me with my sister!” His voice on the other end of the phone oozed anger, the deep baritone almost forcing me to surrender to his will. But he had hurt me too much for that to work now. “It was a contract marriage. I am not obligated to you, Catherine, now fucking listen to me—” “I am not obligated to you, either! I have always listened to you and where has that gotten me? Hurt and pregnant.” I yelled him down with a cracking voice, making sure he could not get a word in.

“I just didn’t want to leave—” “Did you do that to your ex?” My eyes widened at his question. “What? No! I mean… wait, why do you sound affected?” “Because I’m your husband.” I closed my eyes for a second and rubbed my temple. I looked at him again. “According to our contract,” he continued, “we’re supposed to act like real lovers for one year. A real married couple. So yeah—I have the right to feel jealous.” My jaw dropped. I stared at him, stunned.