Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t have anything to feel guilty about. You’re human, and we can't function without sex, your husband won't or can't make love to you, that’s his fault. He should be the one to feel guilty.” Her silence lingered before she finally spoke. “We agreed there wouldn’t be any sexual activity between us. It was in the contract we signed — no infidelity, because of my family’s reputation.” A laugh nearly slipped out of me, but I caught it — mostly out of respect, because I could tell she meant it. A contract? What the hell kind of marriage was that? I wanted to ask her how he expected her to survive like that. How anyone was supposed to live without being touched.

“I think this is the reason why no man tried to marry you! You don’t want to be conquered!” This time, my anger bursts forth. “Conquered?! I am not a trophy you can show around!” I snap at him. “Who do you think you are?! You are fucking insufferable with your jealousy and all! This contract is supposed to be of comfort, but you offered nothing of that!” “Am I not allowed to get jealous if someone else is touching my wife?!” “Yes! Because I am just your fake wife, are you forgetting that?! If you are going to be jealous, you should have added something about that to the contract! You should have insisted that we can’t meet with friends of the opposite sex!” I snarl at him.

“Is that too hard for you to do?” “Of course it is. Why would I kiss you?” She demanded, trying to avoid his gaze. Why the heck did he make such a request? “Hello? You're my wife, I'm your husband, so I see no reason why we shouldn't do it.” He started walking to where she stood. Nicole's eyes widened. “Stop right there!” She ordered and he halted. “Let me remind you in case you forgot. I'm not your wife and will never be. We're under a contract. We're not married for real, so quit the husband and wife talk.”

I walked slowly toward the table, took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "Okay, I’ll accept the deal. I’ll marry you, not because I’m guilty of your accusations, but because I want to prove that you’re wrong." He grinned and clapped. "Alright then, I’ll sign this contract. Seems like you’re obedient after all," he said, then immediately signed the contract. "Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride."

Hartley, Haven’s family lawyer, greeted them with a smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Brandon , thank you for coming on such short notice," he said, pointing for them to take a seat. "I've been reviewing the terms of your marriage contract," the lawyer said, going through some papers. "There are a few discrepancies that we need to go over one more time." Haven's eyes widened, his voice rising. “What kind of observations?” Mr. Hartley continued and said. “Well, it looks like the clause regarding the duration of your arranged marriage is kind of huge. As it looks, there is a possibility that it could be permanent.”

“You deserved some rest too, my dear. Take care of yourself.” Lucas, my husband, acknowledged my words and reaffirmed his commitment to our family. “Yes, my love, I understand. I am working tirelessly to provide a comfortable life for you and our child. It's not just a sense of duty; it's because I genuinely want it. I love you, Zara Delafontaine Blackwood. I promise to work harder, remain loyal, stay faithful, and be by your side until our last breath. My love for you knows no bounds.”

He suddenly asked Brenda stiffened upon hearing Harper's words Did he just ask her to marry him? "It's going to be contractual of course. "You said it yourself, if your parents arrive and find out that you're single, they'll force you to get married. This way, you can avoid that. I can act as your husband when they're here and later we can divorce" Brenda was appalled, "You want me to marry you?" She muttered still in disbelief Strangely, she wasn't against the idea. As much as the thought of marrying a stranger she just met seemed impulsive, Harper had a point. She could get her parents off her back and maybe even make Nathan jealous,

"Wait, don't tell me you're pregnant? You know, right? You're not allowed to get pregnant in this contractual marriage!" "O-of course, I'm not pregnant!" I replied hastily before he misunderstood. "A-and the medicines... They're not mine. I'm neither sick nor pregnant. Don't worry." "That's good then. You must be aware of your position. I married you out of pity, you know? I don't want my child to be born from the womb of a cheap woman like you," he shouted, then stormed off. In front of him, all I could do was pretend to smile. It hurt so much to lie to my husband, even though the doctor said I would die soon.

she sneered, I frowned, she passed me, entering the house, while I stood there, still holding the door. It took me a moment or so to realize she had entered, I turned to look at her, “what do you want Chloe?” I asked, she smirked, “I’m here to take what is mine, Harris” she crossed her arms over her chest, calling out his name. “He’s my husband now, don’t you dare talk about him like that, and he’s not here!” I said, she smiled, “your husband?” she laughed sarcastically. “He was never you husband, Harris told me everything about the marriage contract, everything was fake…” she said, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a dagger, “what?” I asked, feeling shocked, and broken.

I’M PRETTY sure that Keandrick would find a way of getting out of the mess that I brought. I think I am bad luck here because ever since I entered the picture, I brought a mess to him. Yeah, what luck. After the confirmation of that fucking real marriage certificate by Darwin, my mind was like wandering in another universe, still processing these unending weird happenings around me. While Keandrick on the other side, immediately called someone on the phone I assumed that he was going to file an annulment of this so-called marriage thing I’ll be thanking him for that but that will be after if we get successfully annulled.