Romans & histoires My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist

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.

he nodded as a smile erupted on his lips. “As you fight every single second of your life before you become the most powerful man on the earth, your first lesson is acting.” He said as he leaned down and pressed my lips against his. I didn’t feel anything. Not even numb. I just stood there like a statue. My husband was the Pablo Escobar of the 21st century. Not even a tear escaped my eyes. I didn’t feel anything anymore. I just didn’t know how to react. “Why prophet?” I asked him despited his lips being pressed to mine.

"Need I remind you that our contract says we have to look like a loving couple in front of anyone." Arthur tosses his jacket aside and rolls up his sleeves. "And here I thought we were already doing that." "And here I thought a loving husband would stand by his wife." "Perhaps this loving husband is having a hard time being appreciative of his wife in these difficult times. It's what any one would expect with his long-last childhood sweetheart suddenly reappearing." "Hmm, it's a shame then that our contract doesn't have an exception for 'difficult times,'" I say sarcastically.

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?

I forced myself to sit still despite the need to fidget and move around the bar, which caused the edge of the bar to dig into my forearms. She casually waved her hand while responding, "Yeah, it's a contract marriage thing. In order to enhance his position in the divorce, the guy needs to find a new bride. He is attractive, wealthy, and uninterested in the things that I like to do in my spare time. Should be just what I'm looking for." The bottom of my jaw fell, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Teagan rebuked him angrily and said, "Don't say whatever it is you were about to say."