Novel & Cerita My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist

“The contract is just paper. But you… you are real. You are my wife. In every way that counts.” TO BE CONTINUE

He had me by the throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had totally forgotten all about the contract and now my hands are tied. I sank into my seat as I felt the tears form in my eyes. ‘Why the f*ck am I crying?’ I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and exhaled. ‘This is only for a while. The contract is to last for a year, right? You got this. You can do this, Jade.’ ‘He wants to see you break but don’t let him get to you. All you have to do is be good at your job and avoid him, you’ll be fine.’

he snapped “You’re lucky this is the only way you can pay me back for everything I’m doing for you; I'm your husband you should treat me as one; contract or not, my word to you is law.” What nonsense is he talking about? Right, he is a man, just like the others, he believes he could control her. He is misogynistic like the rest of them; what makes her think he is different. “I will not allow you to control me, Mr. Smith.” She whispered as she looked up at him. “I’m going to keep talking to my sister, either you like it or not. I don’t care what other opinions you have, none of those is in the contract I signed.”

"This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love. We will ensure to protect your public image, ensuring that neither you nor your child is fully revealed to the public or made to face any form of criticism during or after the contract. Your only duty is to partner with Mr. Declan, presenting him as the perfect husband and loving father. In return, you'll receive a monthly allowance, and upon the lapse of the contract, yo

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

They would not have to pretend to be cool in front of her and Gladys won’t keep pushing them both to try and make the marriage work because she would know that it was a far dream. “We cannot tell my mother about the contract.” Kelvin rubbed his face with his right hand as he inhaled deeply. He actually looked stressed out. He was stressed out. Ariella would have felt pity or even concern for him in another situation but he brought this problem upon them. Why couldn’t they have a proper marriage? Why did they have to sign a contract and then agree to separate after she gives birth? “Why the hell not? It’s going to save us from a lot of stress. It’s the best solution,” Ariella looked at him as

I went to my room, stripped off my tuxedo, and stood by the window looking out over the dark gardens. The silence of Moore Crest was exactly what I had designed. It was efficient. It was controlled. It was stable. I sat at my desk and opened my tablet, the blue light reflecting in my eyes. I didn't look at the Tokyo merger. Instead, I found myself looking at a digital copy of our marriage contract. I scrolled through the pages of legal jargon, looking for something I couldn't name. I realized, with a sudden, sharp jolt, that I still hadn't bothered to learn her middle name.

“I’m saying you are trying to compete with people that aren’t like you. Because you feel less than. James never treated you as less than he saw you as someone who could stand by him. He’s not gone about it in the smartest way, but he’s kept you there as a friend, beta, and unconsciously as a mate. You’ve been performing three jobs all this time. When are you going to give yourself a break? Your illness may have taken the ease of finding your mate by pheromones, but you still found him. Neither of you was looking for it. He’s acting like this because, unknowingly, he’s bonded with you. You mated before that bite appeared on your shoulder. Can you understand his instincts were to protect his m

Not his looks, not his voice, not his smile, not the way he tried to make a move on me. If anything, his presence here almost irritated me. Worse of all, I kept comparing him to my husband. To Christopher! "And if you can?" But if he could let me forget how miserable I was for one night, I was more than ready to give him the chance. It wasn't like I owed Christopher any faithfulness. Ours was a contracted marriage with no strings attached. He had clearly stated that I could be whoever I wanted to as long as we weren't in his house.

The way Angelo punched that man—the sharp movement, the raw strength behind it, the sheer dominance—it was hot. I felt like one of those book characters. The ones who get pulled into their lover’s arms after he just fought for them. The ones who feel their hearts racing as their enemies cower at the sight of their possessive protector. Except… this wasn’t that and I needed to get my head out of my fucking ass and see the fucking situation for what it was. Angelo wasn’t my lover. He wasn’t my protector. He was my husband—on paper only. A contract. A deal. Nothing more.