His Wife A Contract Marriage Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

“I……” “Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? Ohhh, because we’re married by legacy? Do you think you are my real wife? My dear, don’t forget our marriage is just a contract. You have no right to decide in this. You should just smile at my grandpa, let him believe we are married for three years, collect your money, and leave after three years,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “We agreed—just a contract marriage. Private. Nothing real. And now you are thinking of making it real. Don’t you understand that you’ve just breached our contract?” I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he didn’t give me a chance. His dark eyes bored into mine as he continued.

It was a statement, not a question; and one I wouldn’t and couldn’t deny. “She’s my wife,” I growled. “Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to love her for her to be your wife.” He said, shrugging. “It was a contract marriage, chances are no one anticipated you actually falling for her.” He shot me a crooked grin. “No, I guess not,” I said, shaking my head. “Nonetheless, I do and even if I didn’t I wouldn’t let this stand.”

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Still holding the cup in his hands as he stared at the open space, he smashed the cup to the floor in irritation and walked out of the living room to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he let the hot steamy water pour down his body. As he stood completely naked under the shower, he stared at himself from the mirror in front of him. He was fully aware of the reason behind his family's visit to the country. His parents wanted him to get married and his refusal made them bring the old man to pester him into changing his decision on the matter. Marriage to him was nothing but a trap, a cage, that bonded him into doing things, not out of love - he never believed in that, but out of responsibili

I snapped and would have continued if I hadn't been interrupted. "What the hell is this nonsense?!" Chloe screeched. "Nathan, tell me what the fuck is going on, right now!" Mahn, I was doomed. Noah had been right. I should have taken care of things with Lily immediately after I had signed the damn marriage contract. Frankly, I hadn't been willing to let Lily go. I was so sure my marriage with Chloe would be sour and would not last. Lily was a wonderful mistress. Damn, she was hot and naughty and everything I had wanted in a woman.

“Sarah, who are you? A noble lady? Why should I explain anything to you?” Sarah turned around and looked at him, eyes filling with pain and disbelief. She didn’t know this guy who was standing in front of her. His expression and words were unfamiliar to her and coming from a stranger, not her beloved husband. Getting herself together, she said with a calm tone. “Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?”

She wasn’t looking at the world outside; she was lost in her thoughts, her heart heavy with emotions she could no longer ignore. Xavier. The man she was married to by a contract marriage. She knew exactly why they were bound by this contract. It wasn’t out of love, but out of necessity. Xavier needed a caretaker for his twins and she needed Xavier's support to get a residency visa to stay in the country. The urge to get a visa and the bond she had developed with Zane and Alana were the reason she had agreed to this arrangement in the first place. The reason she had stepped into this mansion and into this strange life.