Novel Istri Kontrak Novels & Stories

"I didn't think you'd have me surveilled like a criminal!" "You're my wife planning to leave me. What did you expect?" His hand caught my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "Did you think I'd just let you walk away? Let you humiliate me? Humiliate my family?" "This isn't about you" "Everything about this marriage is about us. About what we built" "We built nothing!" The words exploded out of me. "You built a life with Elena while I played house alone. You built a marriage of convenience while I fell in love with a ghost. We built “nothing “, Alexander."

“Dad, what else would I be doing, you know me too well.” I stretch and get out of bed, I put on my glasses, and put on my bathrobe. “As you said I have 3 weeks off so I also need to catch up on leisure time and satisfy my desires.” I pause and then turn to the girl, what did she say her name was? Bella? Betty? I don’t know, maybe belly - a mix of both. “After all, women crawls to me like leeches hoping for something other than a one night stand.” Her posture stilled and I wondered if she died by accident, oh never mind she’s still pretending to snore. Okay it’s going to be the hard way then.

It irritated her that she noticed. “I need ten minutes,” he said. “I don’t sell those.” “You will sell a year.” Elena stared at him. The words were so strange, so calm, that for a second she thought she had misheard. Then he reached inside his coat and placed a folded document on the counter between them. She didn’t touch it. “What is that?” “A contract.” “For what?” His eyes held hers. “Marriage.” A laugh escaped her. Not a pretty one. “You’re joking.”

“It would be a shame if you did. I’ve gone through a great deal of trouble to arrange tonight.” Her stomach twisted. She hadn’t forgotten. The ink on that cursed contract had barely dried. She was his mistress now — for one year, bound to him by her own desperate choice. It was a deal she’d thought she could handle. A deal of survival. But the reality of it was finally sinking in. This wasn’t a job. This was Ethan Blackwood. The car slowed, pulling up to the private entrance of a luxury high-rise. The doorman immediately stepped forward, opening the sleek black door with a bow. Ethan exited first, extending a hand back toward her. For a moment, she hesitated. Then she placed her trembling fi

I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it. “Are you sure you are okay?” she asked again, concern evident in her voice. “Yes, Cecile, I accept this challenge. I’ve got various plans in my head right now. One is to make him accept the challenge. Two is to get to know more about him—specifically his weaknesses and flaws—and use them to my advantage. Lastly, I will get rid of the other couples in the show, and then I will get rid of him too, making me the only person standing. Max Zenin would have no choice but to invest in my company. And that’s it. I’m going to secure the contract, and the headline will read, ‘The Snows Have Surpassed L&L for the First Time in History.’ After that,

The driver pulled in front of Erickson's villa. Erickson's eyes were closed, leaning on the car seat. He was so exhausted and needed to rest. His driver opened the backseat, then he stepped out. But there was a little anticipation in his mind as he opened the front door and stepped into the villa. He met the butler preparing dinner. After greeting him, he turned to ask, "Where is my wife?" Unknown to him, a little smile played on his lips.

"Penandatanganan kontrak: Alana Putri sebagai Pihak Pertama, dan Adrian Bagaskara sebagai Pihak Kedua. Durasi kontrak: tiga bulan." Alana menutup tabletnya dengan bunyi klik yang tajam dan tegas. Ia mengamati pria di depannya. Sejujurnya, dari hasil kurasi daringnya kemarin, Adrian adalah pilihan yang paling 'aman'. Wajahnya maskulin, tidak neko-neko, dan berdasarkan portofolionya, dia tipe orang yang akan patuh pada perintah asalkan harganya cocok. Dengan sedikit bantuan penata busana, Alana yakin bisa menyulap pria ini menjadi kekasih yang layak dipamerkan ke kolega bisnisnya.

"You just have to stick to the mission. You are in the perfect position to get those files." "I don't work for you, and I won't do it!" Freya said firmly. Mr. Grant went silent for a moment. He looked at her with a chilling calmness. "I’ve tried to be nice, Freya. I’ve tried to be patient. But I think it’s time we did this the hard way." He snapped his fingers at the man holding the umbrella. "Bring me the contract." The man reached into a leather briefcase and pulled out a thick file. On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT.

My brows furrowed as I croaked my neck to the side staring at what was written on the paper as my eyes widen when I was finally able to read it. MARRIAGE CONTRACT Signed by the legal court of the St. Alamida Hell no!

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.