My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted from looking at him to staring at the papers in my hand. I read through it, digesting every word and clause, but I stopped when I saw a very striking sentence. I raised my head in shock and bafflement, the vertical lines between my eyebrows deepened as I tried to understand what he had just stated. "The contract doesn't allow me to have sexual relationship with any man, but it doesn't stop you?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. “As my wife, you will be a reflection of me, and for the period of 2 years, you aren't meant to be seen around with any man you deem your lover because so much is at stake with that.” He replied with an indifference to how awkward and imposing the co

The snake-like woman fell silent at once, holding her breath with a suddenly stiff face. I gazed at my husband’s profile from behind. Amid my inner doubts about the sincerity of our contract marriage, Rex offered a defense that surpassed the black-and-white terms we had agreed upon. He turned slightly, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb in a soothing motion. Then, he fixed Laura with a judgmental glare once again.

“I think this is the reason why no man tried to marry you! You don’t want to be conquered!” This time, my anger bursts forth. “Conquered?! I am not a trophy you can show around!” I snap at him. “Who do you think you are?! You are fucking insufferable with your jealousy and all! This contract is supposed to be of comfort, but you offered nothing of that!” “Am I not allowed to get jealous if someone else is touching my wife?!” “Yes! Because I am just your fake wife, are you forgetting that?! If you are going to be jealous, you should have added something about that to the contract! You should have insisted that we can’t meet with friends of the opposite sex!” I snarl at him.

In front of her was her contracted husband with a glass of wine in his right hand and his left one in the pocket of his pants suit. “It’d be a pleasure to have her in my arms, but I’m not the kinda man who takes advantages of his contract. I’m the kinda man who likes to… seduce a woman.” Diego said, kissing his wife’s naked shoulder. And for the first time, Cameron felt wanted for a man.

"You answer me! Is there any place in the contract rule that said I should be cooking for you, ensure that you eat three square meal a day and ensure you take a quick shower every morning, noon and night?" "Oh yeah!" She replied herself with sarcasm. "My bad! I forgot as a wife, I mean as a fake wife I should be carrying out the responsibility of a real wife including having sex with you. Since that's also what a real wife does. She have sex with the husband but left to me, I would never advice myself or any real lady of some sort to have sex with you." Daniel listened, boiling with fury. God help him, he might end up committing murder before this contract gets terminated. Controlling his em

Just at sight "Do you know you are rudely talking to his grandfather?" Natalia yelped, glaring at Chloe but a sly smirk appeared on Chloe's face. "You made a mistake with that, I am talking to you and not him... Besides I only told you I am his wife." Zach was very proud of this, seeing his wife would never let anyone talk down on her made him feel really proud. "It's a contracted marriage, where he paid you to act like his bride, so you are still an outsider."

God, those perfectly defined abs that I'd been fantasizing about just minutes ago. "Someone call an ambulance," one woman stage-whispered to her colleague. "I think I'm having a heart attack." "That's his wife he's carrying," someone else said. "Lucky bitch." My jaw clenched involuntarily. Lucky bitch. I was not feeling possessive. I wasn't. This was a contract marriage. It was a business arrangement, and it certainly didn't matter that other women were drooling over my contract husband's body. Except it did matter.

For Daphne, it was one of those shows she'd seen at least ten times, so she just played an episode whenever in doubt of what to watch. Daphne settled into her warm fluffy cushion and tugged the pink pillows behind her. She covered her legs with the throw blanket and watched Lyra do the same. “You mean, another one beside you?” Lyra was quick to counter her. “Ours is just a contract.” “The man bought you an armored Rolls Royce barely a month in and you still think it's a contract marriage?” Lyra eyed her. “What's your point?” “He likes you. Have you seen the way he looks at you? And honestly, I just think that contract is an excuse. Why did he say he needed to be married again?”

Franco chuckled—at me, of course. "I’m not joking!" I snapped, glaring at him. "Yeah, yeah! You were with your husband. So, who’s your husband?" Anger bubbled up inside me at his question. Husband. I shouldn’t have a husband because I didn’t want to marry him. But we had a marriage contract, and I… I was indeed married to him. "My husband is—"

It all started with a contract faked by the antagonist and used it to deceive both protagonists. The female protagonist accepted due to the respect she had for her dad and the antagonist who was her godfather, while the male protagonist accepted out of duress. He was constrained by threats. At a time the male protagonist did as he was told that almost cost the female protagonist her life, but then, thanks to conscience he couldn't pull through with it. And also, more importantly, thanks to the fact that she got pregnant. He decided to make their marriage work while trying his best to render the plans of the antagonist, his father null, and void.