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

He stared warily at them, mouthing to Haven not to say anything that could push her away. Haven highly doubted that. She looked too interested to back out. Although he could see she was having an inner struggle with herself as she read through the contract. While he didn’t blame her for being too cautious of the whole thing, he didn’t see anything wrong. They were practically using each other. It was how business deals worked. ‘’What are you thinking about?’’ ‘’I’m thinking about my new life. A hundred thousand is a bit much.’’ She looked at him.

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."

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

He lifted my chim, and was looking at me intensely as if he was gonna devour me, or punish me if I made a fucking mistake “Ru… rule one…” I repeated with tears gathering up in my eyes even though I didn't know why, maybe it was because my contracted husband is a fucking handsome dare devil My brain exploded as I kept on looking at him His hands bruised against my lips as he scoffed saying “you as so predictable “, but my heart kept on racing, cause this shouldn’t be happening It’s all wrong, so fucking wrong cause CONTRACT WIFE SHOULDN’T KNOW HOW THEIR HUSBAND TASTE LIKE

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.