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

he declared. "What?" She frowned in confusion and gasped at the sheer force of the glare that he had sent her way. "Stop acting like you care about me,because you don't"He answered. "How?what are you even saying?where is this even coming from?"She asked in disbelief. "What are we doing in this marriage?You clearly don't care about me to give me what I want,even though its clearly stated in the contract.All you ever do is give excuses and create problems for the both of us"he voiced out.

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."

“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

Then he opened a drawer and brought out a prepared document. He had already printed the contract. He was that sure. My heart pounded as he slid it across the table. “Read.” My hands trembled as I picked it up. Contract Marriage Agreement — Duration: 12 months. Clauses. Rules. Boundaries. Responsibilities. Financial compensation that made my head spin. This was real. Terrifyingly real. “Why me?” I asked again, softly. “Because you look like a woman the public will trust,” he said. “And because you have nothing tying you down.”

If the relationship between them was only contractual, why did he have to go this far? Didn't he like Mira? And after taking someone's innocent body, he was swearing in front of her, so he really had no conscience. "No need." She looked into his eyes, trying to probe for something, but in vain, "You don't have to keep anything for me as a nominal wife, and there's nothing in this contract that says we have to interfere in each other's private affairs, you don't interfere with me, I don't interfere with you, and everyone's happy."

he knelt down in front of me, "It's just going to be a marriage of convenience, and we will get divorced in under three years. I need to get married because of an international billion dollar contract. They like my work, but they don't trust me because I'm not married, and I can't afford to lose the contract. That's exactly why I came back from the States. I also know that your grandma wants you to get married before the company is fully handed over to you." "Have you been spying on me for my whole life?" I stood up abruptly. He stood up, "You've been living rent-free in my head ever since I set my eyes on you. When you left this morning without telling me your name, I knew I had to find you

"You were right there. You heard what she said before you left. You didn't say a word." "I had a meeting," I said, my voice hardening. I didn't like being questioned. The contract was clear: I provided stability for her family, and she provided the optics of a wife. "My time is managed by the minute. I don't have the luxury of refereeing social spats."

“That man looks at you like he’s one bad day away from stealing you from me.” “Maybe because you make it look easy!” His hand slammed against the wall beside my head making me jump violently. “You are my wife.” “Contract wife.” “Still mine.” Heat exploded through my stomach so hard it almost made me dizzy and I hated myself for it instantly. Hated that even furious like this; even wanting to claw his eyes out; my body still reacted to him like a damn traitor. “God you’re insane,” I whispered shakily. “And you’re driving me fucking insane.”

His eyes were wild. "Okay. I accept that you aren't in love with me. But we had a deal. And I come in as your contracted husband and see you with your ex on locked lips and you ask me out? Don't you think that's crazy?" I snapped. "Oh, don't you dare call me crazy. You asked for this. Don't forget that." I pointed at his face. He stared at me, then at my finger still pointed at his face, and back at me. Then he brushed his hair back with both hands and smirked.

Emily was mad at everything, especially the fact that Luna overstepped her boundaries and did contrary to the contract they signed, she was only supposed to sit and watch with no interference, no questions asked either. “Who the hell does she think she is?"Emily screamed out of frustration. Which made his contracted husband run downstairs to where she was, there was no need for him to ask what the problem was because he had already updated himself from the news and headlines taking over the media. However he still had to show up to make sure Emily wasn't hurting herself. “Emily, are you okay?" He asked, carefully stepping closer to him to at least hold her. “Get your fitty hands off me and o