My Contract Wife Novels & Stories

He said. I nodded in comprehension. “What about you?What are you doing here?” “I…em…”I paused not knowing what to say. I had to keep the contract confidential.Though he was someone I used to know but I couldn’t trust him with the truth yet. “I’m married to Mr Graham.”I informed him. He frowned.”Married?” I nodded. “Mr Graham?The owner of this house?You mean to say you’re my boss’s wife?” I nodded again. He looked stunned.”Woah.So many surprises for one day.”

he snapped “You’re lucky this is the only way you can pay me back for everything I’m doing for you; I'm your husband you should treat me as one; contract or not, my word to you is law.” What nonsense is he talking about? Right, he is a man, just like the others, he believes he could control her. He is misogynistic like the rest of them; what makes her think he is different. “I will not allow you to control me, Mr. Smith.” She whispered as she looked up at him. “I’m going to keep talking to my sister, either you like it or not. I don’t care what other opinions you have, none of those is in the contract I signed.”

Today, she was here to sign away two years of her life. Two years of marriage, she reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time. Just two years. Then it’ll all be over. The thought was supposed to comfort her, but it didn’t. The weight of the decision she’d made last night—alone in her apartment, staring at the bills piled high on her desk—pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. Her conversation with Liam Stone had been brief but final. He had been calm, as always, his tone steady as he’d informed her that a contract would be ready by morning.

Doesn't she know what a couple does on the first night of marriage? I feel my cheeks burning as the heat makes me blink rapidly to ignore all the filthy images that came before my eyes, including Hoor and I together. No way! Fuck! What am I even thinking? Our relationship is just on paper, not in reality. I can't start desiring my wife, knowing very well we are separating as soon as the contract ends. We both know the contract does not give us very much time. Not even a year. We can't do that, right? I can't be involved with her just to leave her in a few months.

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

"And what makes me more 'suitable' than the others?" He stepped closer, his expensive cologne making my head swim. "You're smart. Driven. Not easily intimidated." His eyes raked over me in a way that made my nipples tighten. "And there's chemistry between us. Don't pretend you don't feel it." I swallowed hard. "Chemistry doesn't mean I want to be your contractual fuck buddy." "Wife," he corrected, his jaw tightening. "The term is wife." "Fine. Contractual wife. But how would this even work? You can't just announce we're getting married out of nowhere. No one knows we're dating because we're not dating. Your grandfather would never believe it."

Nathan asked in shock, wrapping the duvet around his waist as he got out of bed "How could you?" She asked, still trying to process the shock. It felt as if a worm was eating its way through her brain as Nathan’s moans replayed in her head "We were supposed to get married. How could you do this to me?", Brenda asked, sobbing quietly Nathan hurried towards her and grabbed her hands eagerly "Brenda it isn't what it looks like honey, I promise" He quickly tried to embrace her, but Brenda pushed him away angrily "Yeah? Cause it looks like you're a f*cking cheat!" She yelled, and clenched her fists, her heart beating furiously

"This is our room," Jun-Sang said as Soo-Yun entered the room. "I want a separate room," Soo-Yun said with a straight face. "Soo-Yun stop your drama." Jun-Sang glared at her, his face showing he was angry but inside he was happy that she was here. "Why? I want my separate room ``'' Everyone out there knows you are my wife- "A contract wife." Soo-Yun added before Jun-Sang finished his sentence, her voice serious as ever. He just stared for a second, thinking about how he ended up like this. "Soo-Yun, it is about my reputation so please don't make this hard for me. The whole company knows we got married." Soo-Yun rolled her eyes. She had never liked to be treated badly, especially by her husba

I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. I shifted slightly “I was fulfilling my role as your wife. Everything between us—everything we’ve shared—it’s all tied to the contract. That’s all it ever was.” His brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. “What the hell are you talking about?” “The contract,” I repeated, hating the words as they left my lips. “You’re the one breaking it. Have you forgotten what we agreed to? If either of us develops real feelings, the contract is nullified.” I paused “We have only a few months left, Nicholas. Let’s not complicate....”

“I’m answering.” “No. You’re dodging.” I took another half-step. Now the toes of my shoes almost touched hers. “You’ve barely spoken to me since the wedding night. You keep distance. You sleep on your side of the bed like there’s an invisible wall down the middle. You look at me like I’m a business associate you’re being polite to, not a husband.” A quick tremor passed through her eyes, a single blink racing by before everything locked into place. “The contract,” she said quietly. “We agreed. One year. Professional. No complications.”