My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"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."

he asked me as we looked at each other. “Fine! But in one rule," I responded. "What is it? “he asked me. "Let me flirt with other guys. You have no right to control my life" I told him, sarcastically. He just laughed at what I said to him and agreed. He said he doesn't even care about my personal life. He just needs a wife to show up in front of the council. We signed a one year contract just to make sure that we don’t break any rules.

I said. "Uh huh. And that’s why he is staring at you like you’re the only person in the world?" "Sophie." "I’m just saying, that is not the way a fake husband looks at contract wives. That’s the way that men look at women they’re falling in love with." "You're wrong." "Am I? Because you sound defensive." “I’m not. We’re not. It’s just a contract.” "Right. The contract. You can hardly breathe while speaking about him, that’s why."

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

Sain is difficult to predict but when the situation always happen and he knows that he has the upper hand, he will surely use the same method. He knows very well that he has the upper hand in our relationship. He is the husband that I need to follow because I agree to be the wife who will comply with everything that pleased him. The contract is deceitful and despite knowing that everything in favors to him, I just let it slide because killing him will only happen if I become his wife.

The words hang in the air, daring them to respond. Gunnar steps forward slowly, his expression dark, controlled, but there’s something dangerous simmering beneath it. “You think this is a joke,” he says. “You think this is some fantasy you can dip in and out of when it suits you.” “I think this is insane,” I shoot back. “All of it. You, this contract, this whole situation. You don’t get to insult me because I chose my husband over you.” Cane steps in now, his voice calm but edged. “Your husband hit you just now do you realise that?”

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."