His Wife A Contract Marriage Story Novels & Stories

"I didn't think you'd have me surveilled like a criminal!" "You're my wife planning to leave me. What did you expect?" His hand caught my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "Did you think I'd just let you walk away? Let you humiliate me? Humiliate my family?" "This isn't about you" "Everything about this marriage is about us. About what we built" "We built nothing!" The words exploded out of me. "You built a life with Elena while I played house alone. You built a marriage of convenience while I fell in love with a ghost. We built “nothing “, Alexander."

God, those perfectly defined abs that I'd been fantasizing about just minutes ago. "Someone call an ambulance," one woman stage-whispered to her colleague. "I think I'm having a heart attack." "That's his wife he's carrying," someone else said. "Lucky bitch." My jaw clenched involuntarily. Lucky bitch. I was not feeling possessive. I wasn't. This was a contract marriage. It was a business arrangement, and it certainly didn't matter that other women were drooling over my contract husband's body. Except it did matter.

“You deserved some rest too, my dear. Take care of yourself.” Lucas, my husband, acknowledged my words and reaffirmed his commitment to our family. “Yes, my love, I understand. I am working tirelessly to provide a comfortable life for you and our child. It's not just a sense of duty; it's because I genuinely want it. I love you, Zara Delafontaine Blackwood. I promise to work harder, remain loyal, stay faithful, and be by your side until our last breath. My love for you knows no bounds.”

They had learned that love and courage could conquer even the darkest of fears, and they would always have a friend in each other. But their ordeal wasn't over yet. As they arrived home, they found a surprise waiting for them. A man in a suit stood at their doorstep, holding a contract in his hand. "What's this?" Emily asked, eyeing the man suspiciously. "It's a contract," the man replied. "You and Ethan are married by contract, but the contract has been terminated." Emily's heart sank. "What do you mean terminated?" "It means that the contract is no longer valid," the man said, handing her the document.

as he likes to call them as a wife is not allowed” “that’s absurd….what if you’re in love with her? I ask “I don’t fall in love miss evans” he answers his tone sharp I nod “so I marry you for one year…and in exchange you’ll help pay for my sisters treatment? “yes” he nods “okay I take a deep breath “what is expected of me if i’m to marry you” I ask wanting to know what i’m getting myself into “you’ll live with me in my house for the duration of the marriage…we’ll try to show up as a loving couple to the public…you’ll meet my family, the rest of the stipulations will be stated in a contract you’ll sign before the day of the wedding” he explains

I thundered and he flinched a little because he was scared the conversation went from 0-100 almost immediately. “I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t mean to insult you or make fun of you. I just meant to inquire more about your husband and the reason why you complain about him,” he apologized and I hummed with a slight nod “Well, my husband and I are involved in a contract marriage,” I said and paused to watch his reaction. He shifted a bit on his chair and I continued. “We got into that marriage with two separate goals of course. He wanted his father’s wealth and I wanted him to love me,” I said, sadness written all over my face while he listened attentively to me.

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

Mia screamed, "Miles, our marriage is already over! What are you even getting jealous over? You should've known better! Serves you right!" My employees watched, utterly unfazed, as the good-for-nothing president of their company got beaten into a pulp. It was my receptionist, Yvonne, who could not stand the fighting anymore and finally called the cops. Such ended an eventful day, when I found out my wife was leaving me. As expected, I ended up in the hospital that night.

"I don't mean I can randomly shove my cock into any Terry, Dee or Harriet's mouth, though. That has to be special too. Same goes for going down on them." She was confused. "But for me, you…" "You are my wife." He responded matter-of-factly and it did nothing to eae her confusion. If anything, she was more confused. "But we both know that we have a contract marriage and when it ends…" She somehow felt reluctant to talk about what would happen once the contract period ended. Why did it sting? "What about that woman? Have you given up on her because she's married?" He looked at her in amusement. What a deadbrain. His beautiful, adorable deadbrain. He wove his hand through her hair and took in h