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 sun was still low when they dragged Damien from his quarters. His body ached from the night before, every mark on his skin a reminder of Emilia’s touch, every scratch and bruise proof of what they had stolen together. But beneath the exhaustion, his wolf prowled restless, golden fire coiled and ready. This was no ordinary fight. This was survival. This was love. This was his claim. Emilia’s scent still clung to him as the doors to the trial arena opened.

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.

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.

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.

My contract husband. Anthony Thorn.

“So we want the same thing?" “Yes.” He answered. I looked at him carefully. This was not my original life plan. But compared to rotting in a dark apartment crying over a man who treated me like a depreciating asset? This was significantly more productive. I stood up. The room spun. Hangover. But I was still functional. “If this is a contract marriage, we establish terms.” Adrian folded his arms. “I’m listening.” “No touching unless publicly necessary.” His brow lifted. He nodded. “Fine.”

ALEXA Maybe I was overreacting. Yes, my contract husband and I had undeniable explosive-type chemistry. And lately, I had been getting in the feels. He's been so soft for me of late, and even though I'd never allowed myself to linger on the possible motive for doing all that, right at this moment, as I stood in front of the mirror... My mind wandered. Killian was supposed to be my enemy. Heck, he'd literally forced me into signing a marriage contract while holding me at gunpoint.

My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them. "If it isn't Victor Kane’s little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile. Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Wolfe but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally. From how Victor had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and

"We are not your enemies. We are the family to your wife. You should treat us with some respect. Well, unless you don't respect your wife." Reiner looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. That's right. Reiner does not respect me. He respects no one. The only person he's got full respect for was Wendy. "Mrs Patterson," Reiner returned back to mom. "Laura and I are married under a contract." All these while, Dad was quiet, seething with rage.