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"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

He looked amused. He slowly approached me, and everything seemed to slow down. The tempo of the music changed once again, and the function hall transformed into an island. I knew Athena was behind this illusion. “Well...” he said as he held both of my cheeks upon reaching me. “Nicole Jane Parker, let’s get married already. I can’t wait to replace your last name with mine and announce to the world that you are officially mine. Spend the rest of your life with me and be my future queen,” he spoke with sincerity in his words.

Julius places a hand on my shoulder, "Are you sure you're making the right decision marrying that girl?" I nod my head, "Of course I am, she's my Mate." "I know, but is now the right time?" Dean continues to question me, "Is this the right time to be bringing someone new into the pack?" "What does the pack have anything to do with me marrying Harper?" Now I'm confused, "They'll accept her as their Luna." Though the pack will be surprised by my sudden marriage, it won't affect the lives of the wolves under my command. As their Alpha, the pack trusts the decisions I make for them, and this is something that not only benefits me, but them as well.

“Victoria married me to another man.” “What?!” He stepped back as if I had slapped him. The tears came before I could stop them. “She tricked me...” My voice came out weak. “She made me sign a marriage contract instead of property papers... she sold me for money.” “How could she do that?” He stared at me in disbelief. “For five hundred thousand dollars.” I wiped my face and let out a bitter laugh. His face changed... he stepped toward me and held my shoulders. “I will not let them take you away from me.”

It was wrong. But I spent three nights in a row imagining his grey head between my legs, growling against my skin. I wanted to be ruined by him. I wanted to be the one thing he couldn't control. I was a married woman fantasizing about my husband's uncle like some desperate housewife. Marcus might be a cheating bastard, but at least he acted on his desires. I was just a pathetic woman who lusted after forbidden fruit and called it love. The shame burned through me worse than the alcohol, worse than the betrayal. What kind of wife was I?

“That’s all I want.” “Are you saying you’re still going through with our deal?” I nodded. “Yes. It’s just a marriage, right? Just show me the contract. Don't worry, I'll serve as a maid to pay off half of my debt. I can act like your wife in public, but I’ll be your maid when we’re alone.” I started walking and felt that he no longer followed. “Has the way you look at me really changed?” he called out. “Just because I said those words to you?”

It was a very relaxed smile which made Marie more anxious. “But I don’t have any secret,” I muttered. The moment Marie heard that, she acted like she was about to go crazy. In a low tone, she muttered, “Your contract marriage, Natasha. Why can’t you remember? It’s not as if you’re suffering from Alzheimer.” “What contract marriage?” I asked. “I am married to Bruce Stamford and it’s real. Why would I go into a contract marriage? It’s not as if I’m bored of real relationships.” “Is this it? Do you intend to act like it’s untrue, huh?” Marie asked angrily.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi