Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

My forehead creased, making him more and more impatient. “You need the money, I need a wife. All you have to do is marry me, give me an heir and you're free to go. I will take care of everything. You just have to sign the contract,” he said impatiently. I gasped. A contract? Wow, he must have planned it out. “Contract?“ “Yes, a contract to make sure you don't violate anything. I don't do love, and I don't believe in it either. Tell me when you've decided…” he said.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

Financial Responsibility: All living expenses, medical care, and necessities will be fully covered by the husband. No financial claims beyond agreed support will be permitted. Non-Disclosure: The wife shall not investigate, disclose, or question the husband’s business, wealth, or identity beyond what is voluntarily revealed. No Emotional Obligation: This marriage is contractual only. No expectations of affection, loyalty beyond the contract, or emotional dependency. Termination Clause: Breach of contract results in immediate termination with no compensation beyond what has already been provided.

Victor attеntivеly absorbеd my words about my husband's sicknеss and prеcarious financial statе еxprеssеd with a mix of compassion and rеflеction on his facе. With a mystеrious glеam in his еyе, hе grinnеd and spokе with tact. "Mary, I undеrstand your situation," hе said. "I can offеr my assistancе but thеrе's a catch - you must agrее to a contract with mе." "A contract?" I еxclaimеd in surprisе.

I did not read anything like that written on the contract! ''And I'm not letting my wife sleep in a separate room!'' He retorted. ''Wife?'' I snapped back, fixing him with a glare. Sure, we might be legally married, but had he forgotten that it was merely a contractual agreement? ''Did you just say'husband and wife'?'' I sneered, gritting my teeth in annoyance. ''You're being funny, Mister. You hardly know me, and now you're calling me your wife?''

“I……” “Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? Ohhh, because we’re married by legacy? Do you think you are my real wife? My dear, don’t forget our marriage is just a contract. You have no right to decide in this. You should just smile at my grandpa, let him believe we are married for three years, collect your money, and leave after three years,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “We agreed—just a contract marriage. Private. Nothing real. And now you are thinking of making it real. Don’t you understand that you’ve just breached our contract?” I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he didn’t give me a chance. His dark eyes bored into mine as he continued.

Shirley looked at Keith calmly, completely bewildered by his anger. Shouldn't he be happy with her answer? Wasn't he acting this way these past few days because he was worried she would cling to him? Yes, he had been caring and considerate towards her recently. But that still didn't change the fact that they were a contractual couple. "Let me go!" Feeling Keith's grip on her fingertips tightening, Shirley swatted his hand away. Keith held onto Shirley's chin again, lifting it forcefully to meet his gaze. No matter how hard Shirley struggled, she couldn't pry his fingers off. Under Keith's pressure, she could only respond, "Keith, what's gotten into you? When we got married, you told me we we

Marriage to him was nothing but a trap, a cage, that bonded him into doing things, not out of love - he never believed in that, but out of responsibility, responsibilities that deprived him of freedom to make choices, and he wasn't planning on embarking on those responsibilities for now. He knew what his grandfather was capable of. As much as he hated to admit it, the old man was similar to him. They both can do anything to achieve their goals. Who knows what the old man is thinking of doing to him in that head of his to make him bend and follow his proposals? The thought of people making decisions and imposing them on him made him angry, and he clenched his fists as he continued staring at

"Don't worry, I won't invite my friends back to a place that is not my home." Diego smiled in the most mocking way she had ever seen. "You should have thought of that before. Is he really your friend, or are you taking advantage of the fact that your husband is not at home? Because, as far as I know, he’s also my friend." There was no point in fighting her husband's silly ideas any longer. In the end, neither of them had any right over the other. In the end, they could do whatever they wanted with their lives, which were united only by a contract.