His Wife A Contract Marriage Story 소설 & 이야기

I pushed myself upright slightly, thinking about what she had told me about their marriage. It was a contract marriage. Even now, it didn’t sit right with me. I had heard of things like that in movies, but never imagined it would be real—let alone involve my own son. They didn’t marry for love. Richard had essentially bought himself a wife. The realization made me feel sick all over again. Marriage was supposed to be about love, respect, and trust between two willing people. Not contracts signed like business deals. And yet… that was exactly what theirs was.

the maid in the center confessed, falling to her knees. "Are you stupid? Can’t you keep your mouth shut? What do you mean my husband and I have a contract marriage?" I asked angrily, even though it is a contract marriage, I could not admit that. "Who gave you the information that it is a contract marriage? Or were you going into Jonathan’s office to snoop around his documents?" I asked sharply.

I saw the fire and brimstone in her eyes that questioned my guts. “Your husband?” she asked, a billion questions in her blank tone, “From the stories about Brian making round the town no girl agreed to marry him because of his violence. I am amazed to hear that Brian has a wife. Are you trying to tell me you share the same roof with the most violent mad man?” “I am his contract wife. I never planned this way for myself. In fact, in a few years I will be divorced and done with the contract marriage so I can lead my normal life…”

she sneered, I frowned, she passed me, entering the house, while I stood there, still holding the door. It took me a moment or so to realize she had entered, I turned to look at her, “what do you want Chloe?” I asked, she smirked, “I’m here to take what is mine, Harris” she crossed her arms over her chest, calling out his name. “He’s my husband now, don’t you dare talk about him like that, and he’s not here!” I said, she smiled, “your husband?” she laughed sarcastically. “He was never you husband, Harris told me everything about the marriage contract, everything was fake…” she said, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a dagger, “what?” I asked, feeling shocked, and broken.

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

It irritated her that she noticed. “I need ten minutes,” he said. “I don’t sell those.” “You will sell a year.” Elena stared at him. The words were so strange, so calm, that for a second she thought she had misheard. Then he reached inside his coat and placed a folded document on the counter between them. She didn’t touch it. “What is that?” “A contract.” “For what?” His eyes held hers. “Marriage.” A laugh escaped her. Not a pretty one. “You’re joking.”

Soo-Yun let out a sigh and followed him. Jun-Sang got out of the car and walked to Soo-Yun's side to open the door for her like a gentleman. As she got out of the car, he leaned his hand to her in order to hold it. Soo-Yun glanced at him in disbelief and was about to move away, but he slid his hand around her waist. Soo-Yun panicked and tried to get out of his grip. "Don't, you are my wife. After all, I can do whatever I want." She chuckled, "A contract wife." Jun-Sang sighed and walked along with her to the entrance. The guards bowed to them as they entered the hall.

Whenever I speak with Tina, I use my stress relief ball because after my recovery anything trigger me was only Tina. “Darling, on paper I am your wife,” she spoke with honey-coated tongue. “Only for five years,” I smirked. Our wedding was a contract marriage. It was Tina's suggestion to do a contract wedding, and I was thankful to Tina for coming up with something like that. I was under conditions and the situation was out of my control and that was the only reason I was tolerating Tina because I would rather not be ungrateful to Tina. she helped me.