Novel & Cerita Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife

And she pushed him back and stormed out of the washroom as Lucas copied. "Oh don't be shy. It's done now, Nat. We have consummated our marriage." "CONTRACT MARRIAGE!" She growled as the imprint of her fingers began to glow on his cheek. Lucas pulled her close, gulping his anger. "It was a contract marriage. Now it's not. And you can't escape me Nathalie. You are mine now!" He stated the truth and Nathalie forgot to struggle as she realized his words. She had been super stressed about Diego and Lucas' small joke made her mad that she burst out on him. Whereas Lucas had known about the mysterious man which made him understand her situation.

He knows he could be taken to court since signing contracts under duress could make the contract invalid. He sighed looking around and wondering why Alexa isn't back yet. She should have been. He remembered the time Alexa told him she was heading to the mall, and it's been long now, so why isn't she back? He was beginning to have a bad feeling about it. He called her number, and after five rings. "Alexa." "Son." He immediately heard making him stand up at the familiar voice. "Dad?" Mr. Hodge smirked. "You just realized your wife isn't back home? What have you been up to?"

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

Lily asked. “The wife of whomever you choose to fuck. That means…” she trailed off to pick up her phone. A few swipes later, she sighed softly and peppered kisses on her screen. The act shouldn’t have bothered Leila because it was typical of Susan, but they were objectifying her husband. “That means I’ll be killing poor Mrs. McKenna, fucking her husband, and marrying our former boss. You know I like them older.” Bile rose to her throat, and she forced herself to breathe. Inter-staff relationship was forbidden and highly frowned upon, so this conversation would end at just a game, but it nauseated her.

This is not what we talked about! Raising the pieces of paper in the mid-air showing it to him, hysterically breathing as I face him. "Marriage contract? Are you out of your mind!?" I said hysterically, this is not right! I will not marry someone I don't love! it may sound cliche but I am not stupid enough to agree on this!

"And what makes me more 'suitable' than the others?" He stepped closer, his expensive cologne making my head swim. "You're smart. Driven. Not easily intimidated." His eyes raked over me in a way that made my nipples tighten. "And there's chemistry between us. Don't pretend you don't feel it." I swallowed hard. "Chemistry doesn't mean I want to be your contractual fuck buddy." "Wife," he corrected, his jaw tightening. "The term is wife." "Fine. Contractual wife. But how would this even work? You can't just announce we're getting married out of nowhere. No one knows we're dating because we're not dating. Your grandfather would never believe it."

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Hey! Don’t get cocky!” “That’s all that’s been missing between us as husband and wife. So, can we do it again sometime?” She bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it—she had enjoyed it. But… “I’m your husband, and technically, I could just take care of myself again if you refuse—even though the contract says we should act like a real married couple.” His expression fell again, and her heart ached. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who made you sign that contract, after all. So, fine. Yes, we can do it again.”

“Your friend was supposed to meet me today to sign the final contract.” My eyebrows scrunched. “Contract?” His gray eyes met mine. “To be my contract wife.” My breath hitched. My mouth fell open and my brain short-circuited. The fuck? Contract wife?! What the hell is he talking about?! “You’re joking,” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “There’s no way Mica agreed to something like that.” He didn’t say anything. Just kept watching me. I scrambled for my phone. “I’ll call her right now—”

“So: let’s see if I’ve got this right. Basically: your spineless husband has taken nearly half a million of my money and can’t pay it back. Out of the goodness of my heart I told him he could lend you to me for a month in exchange. It seemed like a good idea to him. You obviously agreed. I drew up a contract and he promptly sent you to me, but now that you are here, you have decided not to … perform.” She swallows hard. It sounds bad put like that. “I’m just playing by the rules of the contract you wrote,” she croaks. “Perhaps I expected more … fair play from you.” “You expected fair play from me after you concocted such a sordid and unfair arrangement?” “We all have our illusions,” I say mi