Novel & Cerita His Wife A Contract Marriage Story

But will this really happen? I sigh, shaking my head. I know he is half-witted, that is the reason why he proposed this contract marriage. His family really knew nothing about this contract marriage because as he told me, his aunt had come to meet me. His aunt was very happy to meet me. She told me that there is only one woman in the whole house. There are maids in the house too but she doesn't talk much to them. From the beginning, she was waiting for the day that when Zahir's wife would come, she would make her friend. With my entry, her dream seemed to be fulfilled.

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.

And the fire had just walked back into the room to reclaim what was hers. “Contract?” “What do you mean by contract?” “What are you talking about?” Amanda smirked. “Oh, didn't you know? Rhys and this woman were married under a contract. She begged him to save her company and in return, offered to be his wife for three years. Don't tell me…” she gasped, her eyes wide, “Rhys, you kept it from your friends too?”

She had fallen in love with a man who still believed they were nothing more than two strangers bound by a contract. Ava buried her face in her hands. The tears she had fought so hard to hold back finally spilled over. She cried silently, afraid someone outside the room might hear her. Dominic’s words replayed in her mind. “Our marriage is a contract, I didn’t think it was important.” “It has nothing to do with our marriage.” She hugged her knees to her chest. So that was all she was to him. A contract wife. Someone who would eventually leave once the agreement ended.

Taking a step forward she closes the space between us, I feel inclined to move forward but I remain rooted in my spot trying not to show any signs of weakness although my knees are begging for rest. “This husband of yours only got married to you because you gave birth to twins in a cryptic pregnancy. Perhaps if he was aware from the start he would’ve asked you to abort, but that’s not all.” “Your marriage was only a contract, yes you heard me right, Cameron told you to sign a contract in exchange for marriage and you stupidly agreed!” Her tone is loud and harsh, a cold shrill runs down my body because I would’ve never imagined this. I did question how we got married but I didn’t think it wou

Doreen asked as served the food on the table. “I have, I have kept important things too,” I lowered my gaze. “Then why are you angry?” Doreen sat by my side, “It's okay to keep things, couples don't have to tell each other everything.” “Maybe he didn't see the need to tell you yet or maybe he didn't tell you because the contract hasn't been destroyed,” I met Daphne's gaze when I didn't understand what she had just said. “What contract?” “I mean you two started out on a contract marriage but the contract was never torn and you both didn't get married again,” I nodded my head when I finally understood what Daphne was trying to say.

"What happened to Emily, Maria? Did she find happiness?" Maria nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Yes, she did, my dear. Emily and her husband, despite the contract that brought them together, eventually found a deep connection. They learned to communicate, trust, and support each other. And in time, their contract became a true partnership. I mean, it blossomed into a loving and fulfilling marriage." Olivia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in Maria's story. "So, you mean to say that even in a contract marriage, there's a chance for something real and meaningful?"

Belle was exasperated. She retorted, "You're not my real husband, anyway. If you were, then I would be super nice to you. "I won't just remember your sizes. I'll even remember all your preferences and characteristics, too." Grayson was upset. "How am I not your real husband? Didn't we get a marriage license? Did the country not acknowledge us as a married couple?" Belle pursed her lips. "Ours is a contract marriage. I don't like you, and you don't like me either."

Maximus said, making me smile. "Thank you so much, my love," was all I could say before kissing him deeply, which again sparked the heat between us, filling us with joy only we could give each other. I was happy to know that Maximus Lardizabal was truly my husband now and that our marriage was for life, no longer just a one-year contract for intimacy. This is the story of my love life, which started with a contract and ended in real life as true partners facing life's challenges together.

She scrambles back against the pillows, breath coming in sharp gasps, eyes bright with tears she refuses to let fall. “No,” she says, shaking her head. “No – this is wrong. I stood in a church and I married your son. Two days ago.” The words are sharp with shock, not logic, but I let her finish. I let the panic crest, then I speak. “That marriage was a contract,” I say, evenly. “You know that.” She freezes. “You didn’t marry for love,” I continue. “You didn’t promise fidelity of feeling. You promised duration, performance, appearance.”