I Became His Contract Wife But He Wants Forever 소설 & 이야기

A tear rolled down my cheek. "I was wrong." His thumb moved gently over my knuckles. "As you know, I don't want a contract anymore." My heart clenched. "I don't want an expiration date. I don't want to wonder how many months we have left. I don't want to wake up one day and realize that the best thing that ever happened to me was only temporary." I couldn't stop crying now. "I want you." He paused. "Not because you're my wife on paper. Not because we made a deal. I want you because somewhere along the way, you became the person I can't imagine doing life without."

"Really. Because every time I look at it, I remember being that person. The one who was angry you tried to buy me. The one who signed anyway because I was desperate. The one who thought three years would be easy." He touched the papers gently. "I want it gone. Because it's not us anymore. It never was us. It was the transaction that led to us." "And if we burn it?" "Then we're just us. No contract. No terms. No exit date. Just... us." My throat tightened. "What if that's terrifying?" "It is terrifying. But it's also real." He took my hands. "I don't want three years. I want forever. And forever doesn't need a contract."

I don't think he realized that I'm back in the penthouse. "She's only my wife when it comes to family related shit. I want my family to stop arranging me with someone and this is a really good way to stop them from doing it. We have a contract on that and it will end in 5 to 6 months." He said in a mocking tone. It seemed like he's having fun with this deal. He's not wrong about what he said but somehow I felt betrayed.

But I saw the flicker of pain before he hid it. "Fine." He straightened his tie with deliberate calm. "Stay. Play house with your cousin. Pretend this job will fill the void in your life." He turned to leave, then paused. "But understand this, Sophia—you're still my wife. And when you come crawling back because reality doesn't live up to your fantasies, I might not be waiting." He left without another word. I collapsed against the workbench, my legs giving out. "You okay?" James steadied me.

“There’s a birthday celebration. The Eastwood Pack has a new heir, and his wife just conceived a male cub, which calls for an intense celebration.” “Why do I have the feeling that you want a life with a wife and a son?” I asked after observing the tone of his voice and the look on his face. “We’re married…” “Yes, but bound by a contract that you intend to keep for a year and go on with your life.” He interrupted my point and pictured the ending of the agreement. I’m only here for the money, and it makes it a lot easier now that he’s also picturing the end of the contract as well.

“Also, I need a wife.” “How many times do I have to tell you to find someone else?” She protested. “I don’t want to get married either! So how about this? We enter a contract marriage for a year. No feelings attached, no meddling in each other’s affairs. Once we deal with Miguel and Elise and I get my inheritance, we can separate. Think of it as a contract for revenge.” She stared at me, her expression blank as she processed my words. “A tempting offer... However, until you prove I can trust you, my answer remains unchanged.”

I exclaimed, shaking my head in indignation. “He’s been doing it for a while.” Miranda smirked, “I think he’s buying clothes for you.” “That son of a bitch!” I cursed under my breath, storming across the room over to him. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Buying some clothes for my wife.” “We are NOT. married.” “I showed you the contract, pet, don’t be stubborn.” “What?! Pet? Are you alright? If we’re talking about the contract, that ended two years ago. I was supposed to be your wife for three years!”

, he said exaggerating the last word. "I want to see him", I said. "No. We will go to my home. You will play the part of my nice wife. You can go tomorrow after our wedding night", he said. "I didn't sign up for wedding night. This is a contract. Not a real marriage", I said. "Stop talking. We are getting noticed. It is stipulated in the contract by the way. I need an heir. I have money. I'm not going to marry again for the sake of getting a child", he said.

“I will pay every bill. Your mother’s hospital, your rent, everything. She will get the best doctors in the world.” Clara’s heart started beating very fast. Hope was a dangerous thing. “Why? What do you want from me?” “I need a wife,” he said. “Not a real one. A contract wife. For one year.” Clara stared at him. “A wife? But… I don’t understand.”

“Admired him.” She nodded, no shame in it. “More than admired. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Not with you. Once this contract thing between you two is over, I plan to go for him straight up. No games.” The words hit me like a slap. She said it so calm, so plain, right to my face. I stared at her, trying to find my voice. “You’re telling me you want my husband.” “Your contract husband,” she corrected gently. “We both know that’s what it is. It’s not forever. When it ends, he’ll be free. And I’ll be waiting.”