Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Adine reminded. "Forget the contract agreement! We are husband and wife now," Dominik exclaimed. Adine was stunned. What Dominik said was true, they were still husband and wife despite the contract. "Dominik, what if your mommy or anyone from your family doesn't agree with our marriage?" asked Adine, hoping to get a satisfactory answer from the man. Dominik took a breath and let it out quietly. "We will remain husband and wife until the contract is finalized," Dominik answered finally. "As long as you are my wife, no one can interfere with you, not even my mommy."

"Need I remind you that our contract says we have to look like a loving couple in front of anyone." Arthur tosses his jacket aside and rolls up his sleeves. "And here I thought we were already doing that." "And here I thought a loving husband would stand by his wife." "Perhaps this loving husband is having a hard time being appreciative of his wife in these difficult times. It's what any one would expect with his long-last childhood sweetheart suddenly reappearing." "Hmm, it's a shame then that our contract doesn't have an exception for 'difficult times,'" I say sarcastically.

“That’s what makes it worse.” He rubs the back of his neck. Tired. Torn. Human. “You knew she was part of my past.” “She’s not acting like your past,” I say. “She’s acting like my replacement.” “That’s not fair.” “Neither is loving two women and pretending it only hurts one,” I say quietly. His face tightens. “You’re still my wife,” he says. Not softly. Firmly. Like reminding himself. “For now,” I reply. “Because the contract says so.”

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?”

Without looking up from his phone, Ethan replied, "Update, Liam." Liam handed him a folder. "These are the only suitable candidates. Go through their profiles and make your choice." Ethan is seriously looking for a wife, not out of desire but necessity. He wants to buy a resort and an island. The property owner insists on dealing with someone responsible-meaning someone married. Ethan's offer had been declined countless times because he was single, so he decided on a contract marriage. The folder contained profiles of six women. Ethan started reading: "Kate, 22, a dancer, looking for Mr. Right. Seriously? Looking for a rich husband, No." He chuckled.

He slammed his hands on the steering wheel as he finally looked at me. "You are driving me crazy too, Miles. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that? Why are you acting like we are couples?" I snapped at him, and he raised his eyebrows. "We are just married on contract, and the last time I checked, we didn't make any agreement that we were not going to live our personal lives. We didn't agree that neither of us was not going to see another man or woman, so why are you making a big deal out of this?" I yelled at him again, and he flinched.

"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