Novel & Cerita Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife

The deal is done; her signature was in the contract deal. Ouch! Grace is has a possessive contracted husband…

Why didn't Sophia's words cut deeper? "Because," I said slowly, working through the thoughts as I spoke, "the arrangement I had with my old husband was essentially contractual. We both understood what it was - a marriage of convenience that benefited both parties. I got financial security and social status. He got a respectable wife and family to enhance his business image." I picked up my coffee mug, noticing that my hands were steady despite the confrontation I'd just navigated. "I knew going into that marriage that love wasn't part of the equation," I continued. "I knew that if he found someone he actually cared about, our arrangement might end. I was fully prepared for that possibility."

"Setting aside my identity as your husband, I helped manage that post for you. Even if I'm just your friend, is it too much to ask a question? Moreover, as you mentioned, an contractual wife is still a wife. Shouldn't I be allowed to ask when my wife's affairs involving other men end up on the internet?" Sophia sneered. "Was your attitude that day as a friend asking questions? It felt more like you caught me in the act and were demanding an explanation. Elliot, we have an agreement in our marriage. In simple terms, it’s just a business partnership. I appreciate your help with managing the post, just as you should appreciate me for helping to save your grandfather and for teaching Brandon a l

"Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from the start. Now, it is time you stop dropping the act of being my wife and go back to your father’s house. Your tenure in this fantasy is over. I am not the man you think you have a claim on." Delia shot up from the chair, her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of my desk. She looked like she was about to lose it completely. “What? Just like th

We’ll talk about everything much later,” Emily said evading the question. Lily’s eyes narrowed. “Emily, I can see it in your eyes. You’re hiding something. I can tell, you know... I’m your mother, Em.” Emily’s thoughts raced. How could she possibly tell her mother about the contract, what would she say? Well Mum, “I’m married now, but guess what? It’s fake!!” Emily couldn’t reveal the truth - that she had signed a marriage contract with a stranger she didn’t know because he had promised to cover the hospital’s expenses, which he apparently did. She didn’t want to add to her mother’s guilt.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She chuckled softly, melting into my arms. I stayed with Brooke for a few more hours, just talking like we used to—not about revenge or secrets, just about us and our family. Eventually, I stood, adjusting my trousers. “Now that everything’s settled with you, I need to go find my wife.” Brooke’s expression turned sour. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms “You’re not legally married. She’s not your wife.” “It may be a contract marriage, but we’re legally married, Brooke,” I chuckled, turning to leave.

I took a seat in silence, and while I looked at my hands or played with my hair, I watched him closely; he had a thin face, so much so that it looked like a woman's face, since it was so smooth that it seemed made up. He looked up and his eyebrows arched at me, I wanted to smell myself to see if I had an unpleasant smell on my body, but I couldn't find it anywhere. “These papers that I have in my hands are a marriage contract, you will be my wife, my partner, my nurse for two years, which is how long the recovery therapy for the next operation that I will have in a few months lasts. That's why I need you, I need your company until the contract is up."

"No.. No it's fine." She recollected herself. Although he had said he'd settle her, money had not been the primary reason for accepting. She wasn't also expecting the sum to be this much. He was remitting 100 million dollars as if it was nothing, offering even double. Are all billionaires this extravagant? She wondered. She decided to go through the rest of the details. It was indeed a detailed one. A part of the contract states that, she is free to walk away from the marriage whenever she wants, if he breaks any of his vows to her. She signed the contract and returned it. He smiled. "You have a curious history. How long have you been a wedding planner?"

he said and stretched it to her, she retrieved it from him immediately. "Contract?" Natalia asked to be sure she heard right. “His marriage with her is a contracted marriage,” his voice let out. Natalia smiled at this, if there was one thing Julian hated was trying to fool them with a contracted marriage. He believes that is the dumbest idea ever, once she gives this to him he would immediately consider not handing his shares to him but to her son. “We never met tonight and this never occurred,” Natalia said coldly but the man busted out laughing.