My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.

" 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.

Just as I thought he's lost for an answer, he spoke, "I think at some points we are similar, although I admit I did not reckon the same about you at our first meet, my opinion gradually changed... After seeing you, I personally feel that our personalities don't clash, and that so-called tale of true love does not exist." "Besides, it's a contract marriage, you'll have no worries to be a proper wife until we're in public, in private__ well, we both are adults and know our needs and limits. Once the contract is over, we'll be on our separate ways, which I believe you won't mind__ Your liberty...." His clear response erased my doubts...

Keith immediately reached out and held Shirley's hand, his smile gentle. Keith's smile and gaze were full of tenderness and love. It seemed that from the depths of his eyes and eyebrows, there emanated the joy and happiness of being a husband and a father. Shirley glanced at him, if she didn't know that they were just a contractual couple, she would have been deceived by Keith's smile, let alone the Chairman and his wife, who had no idea about the details at all? Shirley let out a sigh deep down, no wonder so many women in the world wanted to have a relationship with this legendary perfect man, even if it was just a brief encounter, it would already be satisfying. It was because he truly was

Inez protested as he moved against her hard and fast, as if racing against time. “You’re so slick, Nez. It makes everything so easy. I’m completely hooked on you, Honey. I never want it to end!” Mario said, slowing his rhythm. Inez blushed at his words. It was the opposite of what she’d thought when she’d first proposed the contract marriage to Mario. Back then, she’d been the one interested, but now Mario was the one who was smitten. Maybe men take longer to open up emotionally, once they feel good, their hearts follow.

"There is no term in grandfather's will that forbids me from having a contract marriage. Besides, a contract is just a piece of paper. Livian and I are recognized by the law as a legally married couple nonetheless." The elderly man hung up after being speechless for a while. "Is everything okay?" A masculine voice spoke behind her, almost scaring the crap out of her. "Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled when she realized that it was Livian. He had not heard much of her conversation but she seemed to be having trouble. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Seeing as he wasn't going to buy her act, she looked right into his eyes. "Maybe you can start by acting like a real husband."

Alessandro thought of her at that moment playing the role of a Queen on the screen. Or an empress, a wild seductress with the most virginal exotic features who lured subjects with her charms. A femme fatale. That was what his wife had become to him. "Yes. We weren't forbidden from seeing other people in the original contract, were we?" Eve had taken a bait, she couldn't really remember if that clause had been in the contract. But when her husband's eyes darkened and his fingers clenched into fists, she knew she had been right.

Donato continued, his low voice carrying the faint melody of his Italian accent as he drove the final nail into the contract. “You belong to me now, Jesse.” He paused, letting the terrifying reality register fully in Jesse's head. “And my husband will never have to worry about money ever again.”

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

but the one thing that took precedence in her mind was the clause in the contract that had bared her down these past few days leading up to the wedding. The clause that read: 'once wedded,is to be my wife in every way.in bed and in life until a child is sired.' What a funny game that life had to play on her.