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

His features turned while he was following them while she followed a derivative between the contract and a hadith for her last night \" My husband will not watch me permanently because he is a successful and busy man and I am proud that I married a man like him with this success almost mid-life, just a realistic idea that completely shattered this item.. See yourself Adam .. Those words do not need to be written And signing, I am all yours without contracts \" She exhale wisely, but her begging tone full of feelings came \" I consult you with everything because I simply like to talk to you while listening to my trivial or important details or even the memories of my life.. Believe me, I love

"Or else what?" "Don't test me, Damian. Trust me, you don't want to see me when I'm furious." "And what the hell will you do if you get furious? You know what, scratch that. What was the meaning of that stunt you pulled? Who was that guy, and why were you on a date with him?" "It's not your concern," I shouted. "It is. For now, you are my wife-" "This is just a bloody contract marriage, and you know it. The agreement was that we could do whatever we wanted."

Holding an ounce of annoyance. So what? I do not give a damn about it. I, too, am annoyed. Even more than him. I can't forget he called me a witch. I will show him soon. I scoff, “Husband,” not answering him anything. “Yes, husband! And the sooner you get this thing in your head, the less trouble will be for both of us.” Oh? Watching him through the corner of my eye as I find him scrolling down through his mobile, I mutter, “I know. No need to tell again and again. I have read the contract carefully. Don't mistake me for a child.”

I could laugh at him for saying that because we are just faking this contract, right? So why is he acting like he is a jealous husband? He only likes me, but he does not own me, alright?!

"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?"

“Enemies?” “He irritated me constantly. He was controlling, which freaked me out sometimes—arrogant, impossible to read, and so infuriating that some days I wanted to scream. Other times he unsettled me because I could never tell what he was truly thinking.” I shake my head at the memory. “There were many moments I wanted out of that marriage.” Cassie leans forward, fully invested now. “If the two of you could barely stand each other, then what exactly was the contract about? And do not tell me it was publicity, because I know that is nonsense.”

“ The contract lasts one year. I don't intend to keep her by my side. You know why I married her.” I defend myself. Offering the contract to Megan was something I did in the heat of the moment. My desire to conquer and own her drove me to that. “ I hope it's just her pussy you are after. Don't make the mistake of going against the rules for a woman.” As much as I know Hugo is just worried about me, I can't help but feel annoyed with his constant reminder. “ Don't breathe on my face. I understand the rules.” I retort annoyed.

"I told her she'd be waiting forever because my husband won't leave me. He wants to be the only one to kiss me, touch me, suck me, eat me, fuck me, and wear me out. Even if everything sags on my body, no one can touch me except him. Remember, I'm his now, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. That's how obsessed he is with me." I wanted to laugh. Midori, even my grandmother, would be fuming because they hoped we'd separate. Sorry to disappoint them, but as my wife said, I'm obsessed with her. "Good," was all I said. "Good?" "Very good! I like your answer." I changed my response, even giving a thumbs-up. She shook her head and was about to stand from my lap, but I stopped her again. "What no

“My father is watching us closely, and you’re not convincing anyone that this marriage is real. ”Iris felt a surge of anger. “How can I, when you treat me like this? You barely acknowledge me, and when you do, it’s to criticize. ”Ryan stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “You knew what you were getting into, Iris. This is a contract, nothing more. “You play your part, and I’ll play mine.”Iris took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. “Fine. I’ll do better. But you need to do your part too.

He felt just like the ground had just been pulled out from beneath him, and he struggled to keep his calm. She was everything to him, and the thought of losing her was more than he might bear. He had worked so hard for that contract, invested so much to get to where he was, and now it was all on the line. But the choice was clear—he couldn’t let anything happen to his wife. No bargain, no matter how profitable, was worth her life.