Novel Istri Kontrak Novels & Stories

Theo shifted his gaze from his phone, his gray eyes locking onto hers. “The contract,” he said bluntly. “You look like someone who just sold their soul.” Hazel clenched her fists, suppressing the surge of emotion rising in her chest. “I had no choice,” she replied softly but firmly. “This is for my mother.” Theo let out a small chuckle, a cold, hollow sound. “Sacrificing for family. How cliché,” he murmured dismissively. Hazel shot him a glare, her eyes burning with defiance.

I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard. “What do you mean? I'm your wife? How?” My voice was shaking as I quietly retorted. “You'd fucking obey me, okay? Do as I say.” His grip on my hand became firmer as an old, rich lady approached us. “Is this her? She's so beautiful! Oh my.” The woman said, pulling me into an abrupt hug. She could have felt the way my heart was racing so fast, but I guessed not. “Mom, you fall for Massimo's tricks so fast. She doesn't even look happy. Don't you think he hired a fake wife?” A tall, muscular guy with a tattoo on his left arm smirked, walking into the conversation.

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

ISABELLA’S POV The call came at six in the morning. Alessandra, my fabric supplier in Milan. “Isabella, we have a problem.” I was upright instantly, reaching for my laptop. “What kind of problem?” “Our launch contract. Someone from Moretti Luxe contacted us yesterday claiming there were irregularities. They’re threatening legal action if we fulfill the order.” Cold spread through me. “Who?” “Samuel Moretti. He said he was auditing ISMARA-related contracts. Raised concerns about pricing structures and conflicts of interest.”

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.

“Adrian, darling, are you hearing this? Your wife is scheduling independent business appointments now. After everything, her family begged me not to terminate the contract. And here she is, going for business meetings everywhere.” Eleanor leaned forward, her pearls catching the chandelier light. “This cannot continue. You are a Moretti wife, Sarah. And you are not supposed to be the one meeting people when Adrian is here. What will people say? If you start ‘going for business meetings everywhere,’ the rumors will write themselves. Restless bride. Disloyal. Perhaps even questioning the stability of Adrian’s upcoming expansions.”

she said coldly, each word precise as a blade, "your contract with Silvercrest ends immediately. I'll make certain you never work in this industry again." Nina snorted, the sound unladylike and defiant. "You've been trying to get rid of me since day one. Since the moment I walked through those doors and refused to play by your rules." She leaned closer, close enough to see the fury blazing in Claire's eyes. "At least be honest about it."

I suggested calmly. Giselle rolled her eyes, sarcastically throwing a smile my way. “Civilized conversation? Oh, how considerate of you! You're suddenly trying to act gracious and educated! Well, I have every right to be furious! You stole my man away from me! Do you understand that?” Giselle continued, her anger unabated. “I am legally married to Lucas, Giselle. We tied the knot without your knowledge. So refrain from calling me a hookup, and perhaps I'll consider showing you our marriage certificate,” I finally revealed, unable to contain my frustration any longer.

tanyaku terheran heran. "Pertama canggung, bingung, rasanya hambar, Bu Tiara. Tapi lama-lama mulai ada greng grengnya. Saya mulai jatuh cinta dengan istri. Alhamdulillah kami kasmaran di saat sudah halal dan akhirnya jadi 3 anak. Kata orang Jawa witing tresno jalaran soko kulino.Tapi disaat saya sudah merasa begitu nyaman dengan istri, Allah justru memanggilnya. Kami tidak bisa menua bersama." "Akhirnya jadi cinta yang tak lekang oleh waktu dan tak terbatas oleh perbedaan alam ya, Dok, semoga Dokter Rasyid kembali bersatu dengan istri di jannahnya nanti."

"You signed a contract. You married me. But you're terrified of what happens next." Isabella's throat tightened. "Wouldn't you be? I'm in bed with a man who kills people for a living." "I don't kill for a living. I run a business empire. Sometimes that business requires... difficult decisions." Dante's eyes never left hers. "But I've never hurt a woman. Never forced myself on anyone. And I'm not going to start with my wife." "Your contract wife." "My wife," he corrected firmly. "The contract makes it legal. The ring on your finger makes it real. For the next twelve months, Isabella, you are mine in every way that matters."