Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. I shifted slightly “I was fulfilling my role as your wife. Everything between us—everything we’ve shared—it’s all tied to the contract. That’s all it ever was.” His brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. “What the hell are you talking about?” “The contract,” I repeated, hating the words as they left my lips. “You’re the one breaking it. Have you forgotten what we agreed to? If either of us develops real feelings, the contract is nullified.” I paused “We have only a few months left, Nicholas. Let’s not complicate....”

Not physically because she still doesn't know what her husband's physical appearance is like, but professionally, maturely and responsibly. He is a hard worker, that's for sure, because as far as Sarena remembers, the lawyers on the team that handled her marriage contract once said that her future husband was the owner of several large companies with branches spread across various countries in the world. Sarena doesn't know whether what she will do next will bring problems to her relationship with her mysterious husband, considering that their marriage is only contractual. However, at least, they were married, with official certificates and documents. The contract agreement is just an addit

And the fire had just walked back into the room to reclaim what was hers. “Contract?” “What do you mean by contract?” “What are you talking about?” Amanda smirked. “Oh, didn't you know? Rhys and this woman were married under a contract. She begged him to save her company and in return, offered to be his wife for three years. Don't tell me…” she gasped, her eyes wide, “Rhys, you kept it from your friends too?”

"No. I can't. I only agreed to this deal because I wanted a Father for my Daughter. And that for just two years. I want nothing more Please, sir. Don't forget that this is a contract marriage and not a love marriage" "Ok, Miss Richard. I understand how you feel. Let's get back to our initial agreement. But Please, can we adjust the sex part?" I saw her big eyes shooting out glaring at me. If looks can kill. I will be gone by now. I knew she was not in agreement with me. So I quickly devised another option. "Ok. Let's say we can have sex only when you consent to it. What about that? I waited for her to respond to my suggestion.

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.

Donato continued, his low voice carrying the faint melody of his Italian accent as he drove the final nail into the contract. “You belong to me now, Jesse.” He paused, letting the terrifying reality register fully in Jesse's head. “And my husband will never have to worry about money ever again.”

"I don't mean I can randomly shove my cock into any Terry, Dee or Harriet's mouth, though. That has to be special too. Same goes for going down on them." She was confused. "But for me, you…" "You are my wife." He responded matter-of-factly and it did nothing to eae her confusion. If anything, she was more confused. "But we both know that we have a contract marriage and when it ends…" She somehow felt reluctant to talk about what would happen once the contract period ended. Why did it sting? "What about that woman? Have you given up on her because she's married?" He looked at her in amusement. What a deadbrain. His beautiful, adorable deadbrain. He wove his hand through her hair and took in h

God, those perfectly defined abs that I'd been fantasizing about just minutes ago. "Someone call an ambulance," one woman stage-whispered to her colleague. "I think I'm having a heart attack." "That's his wife he's carrying," someone else said. "Lucky bitch." My jaw clenched involuntarily. Lucky bitch. I was not feeling possessive. I wasn't. This was a contract marriage. It was a business arrangement, and it certainly didn't matter that other women were drooling over my contract husband's body. Except it did matter.

The Acting Wife is NOT allowed to move out until the termination of the contract. Failure to comply with any of the above will be considered a breach of the contract and shall lead to immediate termination of the contract. CONCLUSION We the undersigned have read and understood fully the provisions of this contract. We freely accept the terms of this contract and have acknowledged this by our signatures below. ............................................................ The Acting Husband: Damien Hunt Date ........................................................... The Acting Wife: Daniella Fox Date ............................................................. I look up at Damien after readin

My intense need to taste her cheeks was emerging. "What do you think you are, Mr. Woods?" She gave me a furious look. "Stella Parker's husband," As soon as I noticed the hickey mark on her neck, my male ego was ecstatic. "There is merely a marriage contract between us; you are nothing to me." Her fury had caused her eyes to grow red. "You are my wife, so I don't give a damn about any contract." Why does she object to my touching her so much? Now I see why she included such odd clauses in our contract. She still desires to just have loyalty to her boyfriend. She just saw this marriage to save her business.