Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife 소설 & 이야기

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.

he said. She chewed and swallowed all the food in her mouth then the corner of her lips twitched," you want me to care for you?" " Aren't you my wife?" "And you who is my husband, did you care for me?" She asked. "Did you forget the terms of the contract? You shall not expect love, care nor attention from your husband, clause 7.2." He even knew what clause it is, Ida smirked and thought that the man before him was weirder than she thinks, "I know...but don't expect care from me too. Anyways, eat."

* The husband has full control over the affairs of the wife * Only the father has the right and custody of the child after the contractual deadline * No meeting with the opposite sex (wife) * Denial of sexual pleasure will not be tolerated * Leaving the house without the consent of the husband will lead to being punished. * The groom's needs and wants should be taken care of without hesitation Monthly allowance during the course of the marriage will be paid duly without delay. 35% of the man's assets is given to the lady after the contractual deadline. The contract may not be modified in any manner unless in writing and signed by both parties. This contract shall be enforced under the laws o

"Don't worry, I won't invite my friends back to a place that is not my home." Diego smiled in the most mocking way she had ever seen. "You should have thought of that before. Is he really your friend, or are you taking advantage of the fact that your husband is not at home? Because, as far as I know, he’s also my friend." There was no point in fighting her husband's silly ideas any longer. In the end, neither of them had any right over the other. In the end, they could do whatever they wanted with their lives, which were united only by a contract.

There is not a day that her husband would not come and bring her some flowers. “You know, before I became Mrs. Albert, I was on a contract with him. It says I shall never fall in love with him. I am a simple cafe owner and he would come to my cafe to drink the same coffee. When things got bad for his family, he needed an heir. He is the heir of a prominent family and because he was unwilling to marry someone, he got me to sign a contract.” Celia Albert smiled as she reminisced the memories of when she first laid eyes on her husband.

“You will live with me as my wife, attend events, and maintain appearances. After that, the contract ends, and you walk away with the money.” Simple. Too simple. “And what’s the catch?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “No emotional attachment,” he said immediately. “No interference in my personal affairs. You follow my instructions in public, and you do not create unnecessary complications.” Elena raised a brow. “You sound like you’re hiring an employee, not marrying someone.” “In this situation, there’s very little difference.” She let out a quiet breath, shaking her head. “And what about the obvious part?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “What happens when people expect this marriage

“You were implying it. You were implying that you are the master and I am the slave because I signed the contract to be your husband.” I was about to say something as he raised his hand. “Let’s just go to your stupid gala. I’ll see my mother later then. And after this gala, you wanted a marriage right? One without feelings? One where we don’t care about each other? One where we are strictly business? You’ll get that. That was what you wanted in the first place, right?”

he said, raising an eyebrow like it would ring a bell. And it did. The name hit like ice. The CEO, Ruthless, Billionaire. The man I had challenged in an elevator. “I need a wife,” he continued, as if discussing the weather. “One year. A contract. No romance.” I was so shocked I almost laughed in his face, But I wouldn't dare, I had heard one too many stories about this man, how people who went against him didn't just loose jobs, they never recovered... He didn’t move.

The mind is fickle and corrupted. So why do not I just start with a contract? If I tell her that she will get profit in this marriage, then she will say yes. What woman would want to reject such a great proposal? Any woman would be a fool to deny this. I am not sure at all that this relationship will survive, so I will make Hoor my wife with the help of this contract. In this relationship, both of us will live like a couple in front of the world, and then this is what my father needs—a partner for me. And that is what I will get. A partner for a year.

but the one thing that took precedence in her mind was the clause in the contract that had bared her down these past few days leading up to the wedding. The clause that read: 'once wedded,is to be my wife in every way.in bed and in life until a child is sired.' What a funny game that life had to play on her.