Hot Wife Contract Novels & Stories

“What constitutes wrong treatment or potential reasons to leave?” “That will be determined by you.” She shut the file, color rising to her cheeks. “Aren’t you giving me too much power?” “No.” “What if I abuse it or take advantage?” “Will you?” he whispered. She shook her head, and he bridged the gap by half. “Did you read the whole contract? You’re fine with everything you see? The duration? Courthouse wedding? I’ll provide the witnesses we need.” “Yeah.” A strange feeling welled up in his chest. He had a tough time keeping his smile hidden.

“So, this is where you come in. We get along, and I know I can trust you because you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met. It would be a marriage of convenience. We must show our face as a couple for a few years to the public and make it convincing that we’re in love. I would not push anything sexual on you or compromise you in any way. The contract would require us not to have relations with anyone as well. The tabloids would have a hay day if they caught either of us outside our relationship. It would be strictly a contract marriage, and I would compensate you. $200,000 initial payment on signing and then $1 million per year of marriage for a 3-year term. Of course, while we’re married, yo

Perhaps I should have at least listened to him. "All right," I answered cautiously. "These terms—what are they?" He pointed to the seat on the other side. "Take a seat." I sat on the edge of the soft chair as if it might swallow me whole and reluctantly obeyed. "This is how it operates," he started. "We sign a contract that specifies the terms of our agreement. You publicly, legally, and merely in name consent to be my wife for five years. In exchange, you will get a lump sum payment of $5 million at the conclusion of the term, a monthly allowance, and complete access to my resources.

"I have no problem with the concept of a Hot Wife as long as she is taking care of her husband's needs when he has them. I know a lot of women in their thirties and early forties have a higher sex drive than their husbands. I think if the husband is taken care of when he needs or wants his wife, there is nothing wrong with her seeking some relief when he isn't." The sexy thirty-six-year-old hot wife smiled at her new boss and checked him out blatantly and was shocked at what she thought she saw in his pants. Was his cock really running down his pants leg halfway to his knee? She looked up, and he winked, knowing what she'd been doing. She smiled back and said, "I think I'm really going to en

How else did that bloody bastard know about him and Dennis relationship if she didn't tell him. "What are you talking about? What gossip?" "Oh! Cut the pretence woman. I know your kind. Remember this..." He gestured between them " ...Is just a contract." Her jaw ticked with annoyance and anger. So he thought of her as a gossip, she didn't need to be reminded she made the most stupid mistake of her life by agreeing to the contract. "Stay away from me and my kid." She spoke with so much anger. "Just like you said this is just a contract, I don't want you anywhere near my kid." She spat with fury and marched to her room.

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

"Something that ensures, regardless of what Zahara Ivas eventually decides to confess to her husband, that any children born outside the explicit terms of their marriage contract have no legal claim to anything Armando has built." His voice remained calm. Methodical. The same patient cruelty I had spent a decade learning to serve without question. "I want that framework fully prepared before she finds the courage to tell him herself, Marcus. I intend for us to control exactly how, and when, that particular truth is finally allowed to surface.”

"Because once we sign, there is no undoing it. I told you this is a three-year contract, but don't misunderstand me. I don't do fake marriages. We are not playing house, and we are not sleeping in separate bedrooms. You live with me, you sleep in my bed, and you act as my wife in every sense of the word." Sarah felt a sudden, scorching flush rush up her neck, spreading rapidly across her cheeks. The vivid, breathless memory of their wild night at the hotel flashed through her mind—the rough grip of his hands, his possessive touch, the relentless way he had claimed her body without a second of hesitation. "Nathan..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart pounding heavily against her r

I Suggested. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned forward, making the space between us smaller. “And why should I agree? If I let this pass without any consequences, then you wouldn't take me seriously. A Wolfe never goes back on his words” He declared and leaned even closer. His breath reeked of whiskey, and woody cologne that played with my nostrils. “And I won't make the mistake of letting someone else get away with breaching their contract again, you understand that, yes? Now, I am offering you one more chance to reconsider. You don't have a choice but I will give you a week to agree or else, you know how it is going to end” He finished and sat back down.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.