Novel & Cerita Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife

She didn't bother reading the other part of the contract, she just signed, as the tears was begining to blind her eye. "Starting from this day. you will always be home with me, unless if I travel and you have no right to go be with another man, you are not only bound to me by contract, you are also my wife. So be prepared, to fulfill all your wifey duties". He stared long at her, thinking she would object, but she only knelt down, with her head bowed low. Her only happiness in the sorrow and turmoil before her, was that her mother would be fine. The contract had said that her mother's treatment will be gradual, and since she is supposed to be in the hospital for half a year, before fully cer

"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.

"You sure are taking this wife role of yours seriously, aren't you?" "Of course I am. We're married," she maintained. "We're married on papper," I reminded her. "You and I are on a contract and once the contract expires, we're gonna be strangers once again." "I don't wanna talk about it, right now," she said sharply, her eyes failing hiding her anger. "I just happen to have a soft heart. I care because I hate seeing you in this position." She was unbelievable. She was just way too easy.

It is the style of the big boss. The woman voluntarily entered into a contractual marriage with the man for one year. The man is responsible for all the expenses of maintenance of the woman and the expenses of treatment of the mother. Every month, the woman is paid another hundred thousand dollars. Both men and women need to live together, but sex is forbidden. Men require marriage to be public, and women must cooperate fully with men on important occasions. Looking at the contract, Valentina was almost astonished. With so much money, wouldn’t the hundreds of thousands requested by the hospital be paid?

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.