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

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?"

I get busy opening cupboard upon cupboard, waiting to see what they had available. “You don’t have to keep addressing her that way, she’s my girlfriend and besides if you weren’t so young and ignorant, you would know that it’s not a necessity to know how to cook if you can hire a live-in chef.” He spilled out, his eyes definitely on mine as I was busy doing the findings on what was in this kitchen. You could hear the mockery mixed with arising anger this time around but I don’t mind it. I mean it’s only right that I vexed him since I was tricked by him into this contract marriage.

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?

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?!

“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