My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

The next one was Adam, he kept on looking at me like I was food or something, at a point I thought he was on drugs then I figured it out, he was a Casanova. By the time I got to the third person, I wasn't listening anymore. Don't get me wrong people, I am not picky but I just want someone I can relate with. Most of the alphas, betas, and omegas are lazy, too lazy to make something for themselves, they would rather work for their father, be jobless, or a pervert and I can't stand any of these. I always imagined myself beating them up in our marriage. The dance ended and I was still the same, no husband, and the party was coming to an end. I could already see my father's face. He will not spar

“What?” Selene’s gaze flicked to Damien, enjoying the fury in his eyes. “Didn’t he tell you? Your Alpha father already promised him to me. We’re to be married. A union of packs. A union of power.” “No,” Emilia whispered, her stomach dropping, the bond twisting painfully. She turned to Damien, desperate. “Tell me she’s lying.” Damien’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes burning with fury and shame. “Emilia—” Before he could finish, the forest shook with a deafening snarl.

The contract sat between us on the polished mahogany table like a loaded gun. I stared at it, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The words blurred on the page — one year of marriage, public appearances, shared living, no real intimacy required unless both parties agreed. At the bottom, two signature lines waited. One already had his bold, sharp signature. Viktor Kane. Forty-two years old. Billionaire. Ruthless. The man who had been my late father’s biggest rival… and now, apparently, my future husband.

"Did he tell you? The second son always cleans up the mess. But this time he stole the prize." Dawning questions flooded my mind. The drunk outburst at the wedding. The way my husband brushed it off when I asked him. Pieces clicked but didn’t fit. Who was the man I shared a roof with? Why did everything feel like a deeper game? Warren cut in. Calm as steel. "The contract stands. The marriage benefits the family. End of discussion." My husband's lookalike drained his glass. "Benefits you, old man. Not me." He stood. The chair scraped loud. "Enjoy your fake wife, brother. Hope she’s worth the lie."

“You will live with me as my wife, attend events, and maintain appearances. After that, the contract ends, and you walk away with the money.” Simple. Too simple. “And what’s the catch?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “No emotional attachment,” he said immediately. “No interference in my personal affairs. You follow my instructions in public, and you do not create unnecessary complications.” Elena raised a brow. “You sound like you’re hiring an employee, not marrying someone.” “In this situation, there’s very little difference.” She let out a quiet breath, shaking her head. “And what about the obvious part?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “What happens when people expect this marriage

He tapped my shoulder and I looked at him with that little hope. I know he was trying to cheer me up and I am thankful for that. “But… I don’t have money for that. That’s why I am working because I am all by myself now,” I responded but all I received was chuckle from Darwin. “If money is your problem, you don’t have to worry. Didn’t you forget that you have a millionaire husband? I’m sure he’ll find a way into this. ” Darwin even winks at me and we both turned our gazes towards Keandrick that was looking at us blankly.

I remained silent throughout the drive. How did he convince me to marry him again? Oh, right... it was because of the contract. But I initially thought it was just a fake marriage. Why did I agree to make it real? There isn’t even divorce in this country. "We’re here. Let’s go," he said, opening the car door. He assisted me as I stepped out, as if I were some kind of very important person. I looked around and saw nothing but towering trees. The breeze was cold, and the surroundings were deathly quiet.

It was elegant, humble, and completely devoid of royal arrogance. "I had the grand council annul our old marriage contract this morning. Legally, politically, and spiritually, you owe the Alonso family absolutely nothing," Duncan said, his voice vibrating with a deep, desperate hope. "I don't want a contract, Amora. I don't want a political alliance. I don't care about the corporate board, the elders, or the inheritance laws." He held the small ring up toward her.