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

"Tonight, you won't escape my clutches, dear wife." "Don't forget we are supposed to be enemies at home," she reminded him. He threw his head back and laughed, "Do not underestimate the determination of a hungry husband. Who says I will let others find out?" "So you are a hungry husband?" Her amusement was obvious. "Yes, I am hungry for you," he admitted. "So tell me, do you still want us to stick to the contract?" She swallowed, "Of course, that's the right thing to do. Don't forget there's a penalty for breaching the contract."

His calm, unflinching reply sends a wave of panic through me. I scoff, yanking my arm free. “You want me?” “Yes,” he says, his confidence almost maddening. The absurdity of it all leaves me reeling. My husband—who can’t stand the sight of me—wants me to be his partner? “What about the contract?” I demand, my voice rising. “This marriage isn’t real, Dante. Have you forgotten that?” “No, I haven’t.” His certainty makes my frustration boil over. I need to shut this down, fast.

he remarked, his words aching my heart. “Why do you always behave so nonchalant?” I snapped. At this moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why was I always the one trying? “Because the contract states so. It’s not my business who you sleep with,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Cut me some slack, Nick. I made that fucking contract, yet I told you I had feelings for you, and what did you do? You brushed it off. You’re being so—” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.

“Well, there’s a honeymoon. No fixed date yet, but I’ve always loved the idea of a honeymoon. A cozy hotel room by the beach, a chance for my wife to be in hot bikinis all day. What could go wrong?” “Wife…” she muttered, as if in disbelief. I grinned widely. “Yes, my wife. Isn’t that perfect?” “No!” “Now, now, I’m offended,” I said, feigning sadness as I held my chest. I plopped down on the sofa and crossed my legs over the armrest. She folded her arms across her chest. “What else is in this contract agreement that you coerced me into signing without reading first?” I chuckled. “Seriously, love, always read the contracts before signing. I don’t want to come home one day and find out you’ve s

Just this morning she was a single lady,but now she was married. After soaking herself for 30minutes she got out of the tub and got into her night wear. She then switched on her phone which had been of for almost the whole day. She had a lot of missed calls,most which was from Jane and some were from her father. Just as she was about to call Jane she received a notification from an unknown number. It contained the terms of the contract,the sender was definitely Elias. She opened the message and read through the terms 1. Both parties are not allowed to develop feelings for each other,if feelings arise they must not act on them.

’ Valentina knocked on the door. “Pass” was a short and powerful order. “I finished cleaning” I was a little tired and wanted to rest, so I asked impatiently, “Is there anything else?” “Do you want us to go public with our marriage tomorrow? Do you have any comments?” He asked while still looking at the documents in his hand. “No,” she had no say in all of this. It is within the contract; I must do whatever is asked. “Then we will be husband and wife in the company. We will behave as such. Okay?”

I said. "I understand. Then you need to find a husband". She suggested. "I don't need a husband". I said. "Huh? you don't need a husband? So how can you do it?" She asked. "I just need a man who will act like my husband, and am willing to pay for it". I said. "Wait, like a contract?". She asked. "Exactly, you get it. Like a contract." I replied. "But.but. that will be difficult. Getting a husband, I mean hiring a husband". She said.

I turned to the rest of the table, “The expansion moves forward. This meeting is over.” The murmurs resumed as some of the seniors and executives started leaving the conference room. Steve sat rigid in his seat, his fingers pressed together like he was about to do something reckless. I stared at him for a moment. He didn't look it. He looked like a perfect husband. The husband Melissa had. A little wave of jealousy hit me, I pushed it back remembering who he was. How could I be jealous of a cheater? My mind wandered to how controlling he could be. I saw the way he treated his wife. I saw their interactions at the dinner table. The poor woman masking her discomfort with all that smile and mak

His statement caused her to cover the space between them, and he also got up from the bed to stand face to face with him. "Asking you to love me, would be asking for too much, but I want you to know that a contract marriage is still a marriage Lucious, and I have needs as your contracted wife. You can it keep me, without trying to understand my needs, my wants, my desires". She swallowed hard, while watching his Adam's apple. "What are your desires, if you are not after love? He asked. When she didn't answer, he asked.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"