My Contract Husband Resembles The Male Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

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—"

I smiled “You care about me and my family” He tilted his head to the side, eyes scanning me, and then a wry smile appeared on his lips. “You don't seem to know me.” He took a step closer to me. “You see, I am here to play your husband, nothing more. I am keeping to my part of the contract. Whatever your little mind thinks, you don't have to say it out every time. They sound stupid” He ran his fingers through his hair. “If you fall for me, you know you're putting everything at risk, huh, little bird?”

she quickly closed her eyes he chuckled and kissed on her forehead while taking her to his embrace will this forced contract marriage ever turn into marriage with love??? let's see in upcoming journey

''About the contract. ''Don't think about the contract because there's no such thing anymore...'' he cut me off, his fingers tucking a loose tendril of my blonde locks behind my ear as he peered at me gently. ''I burned the contract a long time ago, because what we have is genuine, not because of that contract, understand? You're my wife, and I'm your husband. This is your home. Here...'' he pointed to his left chest, where his heart was located. ''You belong here in my heart...'' I swallowed, feeling a lump clogging my throat. My vision became cloudy with tears of joy, which he kissed as I closed my eyes.

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?”

I wrap my hand on her shoulder, ' you are mine now' I said, ' by contract no, rules from the contract, we shouldn't be in the same room and no sex' she said ,I frown ' do you mean it?' I said ' are you not there?' She said ' that was then,maybe I was in trace,I wasn't there, but now I have nullified all the contract marriage, you are now mine' I said kissing her ' make me all yours' she said.my eyes light up.

"I made that on the day that I offered you, just to my luck. Since you have your terms and conditions that I already put it in there, now you have to consider all of my terms and conditions too regarding this contract marriage. The number one on the contract, once we got married it says there that I will be the one to be in charge. It's not you, but it's me. Especially when my family is there, friends, and Mang Danny, your father--" "Wait," she jumped in while I am talking that interrupted me from talking. "He is my father. I should be the one in charge when my father is there, and not you. And...Aren’t you thinking that my father would suspect us getting married too soon? He might think tha