Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Jade was about to continue saying something when her husband pulled her arm, signaling her to stop. Sherlock was not as stupid as his wife and daughter. He was well aware that the former master and former madam had made up their minds. The decisions had already been made. If they continued to oppose the idea, they would be criticized for bullying a widow and her paralyzed son. Huh, weaklings! Soon, the butler came back with a marriage certificate and a contract. The contract contained clauses that I had to pay attention to, most of which were restraints on me.

I continued to go through the contract. In return, 1. The husband will settle all the monetary needs of his wife. 2. He would not cheat. 3. He must discuss with his wife before he does anything. NOTE: THIS CONTRACT IS ONLY VALID FOR TWO YEARS UNLESS THE PARTIES INVOLVED DECIDE OTHERWISE. ‘if you agree to marry me, I will send your sister to one of the best hospitals and have the best surgeon operate on her immediately.’ I wasn’t going to think this through. I just got lucky. Fate was finally on my side. Elle will finally undergo the surgery and she will be fine.

Surely that did not justify this interrogation. "What's going on, Elliot?" She asked. Elliot took a deep breath and suppressed his temper. "Who brought you back here?" Sophia's anger flared. "Do you have any right to ask?" Elliot's voice was cool. "You’re my wife." Sophia scoffed. "I've told you many times that our marriage is fake." Elliot's voice grew heavy. "This might just be a contractual marriage, but you need to follow the terms. During the period of the contact, you shouldn't do anything that damages the other party's reputation. Do you remember that?"

"This is a one-year contract for marriage between you and Mr. Declan Rowe. During the contractual period, you'll be recognised as his wife. You, as well as your child, will be required to cohabit with him for the duration of the contract. You will be required to attend formal events together and show up as a couple in love. We will ensure to protect your public image, ensuring that neither you nor your child is fully revealed to the public or made to face any form of criticism during or after the contract. Your only duty is to partner with Mr. Declan, presenting him as the perfect husband and loving father. In return, you'll receive a monthly allowance, and upon the lapse of the contract, yo

She looked out the window at the dark street. "He’s my husband," she murmured. "He should have seen it." "He’s a product," I countered. "You have to understand the factory. Gideon is a machine, but Helena is the one who built him to be cold. She’s the one who wired him to stay silent while Selene and the staff tore you down. She programmed the indifference. To Gideon, the marriage was a strategic merger. He didn't know the merger was founded on a fraudulent debt his mother created."

Just as I thought he was about to reach me, he stopped halfway and a sinister smirk like that night spread across his face. "Why don't you read it all and see the consequences of backing out from what you've signed, Alice Clarkson... or should I say, Alice Bianchi?" His words sent a chill down my body. My heart sank as I looked at the paper again, my eyes scanning the terms. There were only eight in total, unlike my own contract. The first term caught my attention: "The contract wife must always go out with the contract husband, be it a dinner party or anything, and she must not refuse.”

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

I stared at it. “Your contract.” Rich people are so weird. They have contracts for everything. "You actually had this printed out?" I asked, flipping through the pages. "I like to be thorough." He didn't look at me as he pulled out his phone. "Read it all.” I forced myself to focus on the document until I found the actual terms. **The Wife shall reside exclusively in the Husband's penthouse for the duration of this agreement.** **The Wife must be accompanied by the Husband or his security before going outside the residence.**

The look on her face was not friendly at all, and I knew at once that it would be more difficult to convince her to eat on the same table as me than inviting her to the party. "My business partner is having his birthday party and we are invited." She scoffed. "They insisted that I come with my wife. I couldn't say no." "So, why are you telling me?" She asked me. I was shocked. I folded my fist and pressed it against the couch. "You are coming with me...". "No!" She made to turn around and leave, but I quickly stopped her. "Sally Anderson," I called. "You have to come, whether or not you want to. That is the reason I married you, and you must fulfil your obligations. I'm sure you read the con

"Oh, yes, I did marry him. He is so vicious! Let me tell you, he himself couldn't do it, and he even wrote a contract from the start for Rebecca to sign it. Do you know what the contract states?" "What did it state?" George did not remember what had been written on the contract. He only remembered that the contract was for Sigrid to see and let her know that he was not interested in Rebecca. "What had been written was, 'During the period when Rebecca is his wife, she is not allowed to look for any man outside. He will also not satisfy Rebecca's physical needs. If she has any desire, she has to solve it on her own!'" George was taken aback. It turned out that such a term was included in the c