Novel & Cerita Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife

You are a sloppy kisser, my doll! I roll my eyes. First ‘buttercup’ now ‘doll’. Me: ‘Listen! We have to annul this marriage! I do not remember anything. This can’t be legal.’ Hubby: ‘uhmm actually it is legal. Read the contract, then we can talk. Gotta go! I have things to do. Life to live.’ Hubby: By the way, You will get the money in an hour. I do get the money in an hour. Idea of staying married doesn’t seem bad anymore.

Franco chuckled—at me, of course. "I’m not joking!" I snapped, glaring at him. "Yeah, yeah! You were with your husband. So, who’s your husband?" Anger bubbled up inside me at his question. Husband. I shouldn’t have a husband because I didn’t want to marry him. But we had a marriage contract, and I… I was indeed married to him. "My husband is—"

she asked, sounding like a mother trying to chastise her child. I dropped my gaze to the floor of the car, keeping away from breaking under her stare. “I don’t think that he wants me to do that,” Her gaze narrowed, her nose scrunched as she gave me her best mocking glare, “Sasha, he is your husband…” “Contract,” I cut in. She rolled her eyes, “he is your contract husband. That means that when both of you have issues. You will have to do the most logical thing ever,”

"No, Lulu. I won't let you meet Damien again." "You can't forbid me." "I'm your husband." "It's just a contract!" The words came out before I could stop them. The room suddenly felt very silent. "Contract," he repeated softly. I bit my lip. I had hurt him. I could see it from the way he clenched his fists at his sides, but I couldn't take back my words. Because it was the truth. This marriage was just a contract. Nothing more. "Then handle your own problem. I don't care," he said.

“And you volunteered to be his bride?” “In the end, yes. Derrick kept rejecting a lot of the girls Helen suggested and didn’t bother to look for a partner on his own. Every other girl Helen suggested he seemed to like took one look at the stupid contract and took off. Like, according to the contract, the woman needed to be a stay-at home wife and completely devote herself to him, but she wouldn’t be compensated for it at all. He won’t love her, won’t have sex with her, won’t even acknowledge her as his wife, and the only money she’ll ever get are the funds to maintain his home. And this had to go on for three years. Only after three years will the girl get the opportunity to even consider di

In answer he tilted his head in a nod. I looked at the papers in his hand. “Can I read it?” A flash of something darkened his eyes but finally he gave me a nod. He brought the papers to me. As I went through the papers, each word was like an anvil waiting to be dropped on my head It was a standard marriage contract except the stipulations. I will be the Sokolov Property. I will pay for whatever I had done in the past by following their each and every demand. Sexually, physically and emotionally I'll be my husband’s to toy with. Whatever he wanted I’ll have to do. Unless, I want to forfeit and want out. And the only way out will be death.

I was about to make my way towards them, and end all of this, but the hurt on her face stopped me, and I wanted to be sure of something, something I was suspecting for a long time… “stop this nonsense, you know we’re not married, and I can never treat you like a husband treat his wife, what’s between us is only a stupid contract!! Just a fucking fake marriage contract” he finished. The look on her face was priceless, as he left her there, I was shocked, but smiling widely as I saw how broken she was, tears were falling down her cheeks, as she started to walk inside the house. Well, that was unexpected…

"I made that on the day that I offered you, just to my luck. Since you have your terms and conditions that I already put it in there, now you have to consider all of my terms and conditions too regarding this contract marriage. The number one on the contract, once we got married it says there that I will be the one to be in charge. It's not you, but it's me. Especially when my family is there, friends, and Mang Danny, your father--" "Wait," she jumped in while I am talking that interrupted me from talking. "He is my father. I should be the one in charge when my father is there, and not you. And...Aren’t you thinking that my father would suspect us getting married too soon? He might think tha

"What do- "So according to my friends, me being your wife could have been anybody else, okay…" I interrupt. "And I signed those papers to be your loving wife. And you've made it clear countless times that I get to act as your loving wife. And now, fine, I'm sticking to the contract, I give you what you want. And you call it irrational. Isn't that what you want?" I scoff. "You think throwing yourself at me is what I want?" He seems mad.

I cried, "We don't need to go through this stupid farce. Just send over the divorce papers and I'll sign them. I'm sure you don't want to be in this fucked up marriage." He took a step closer, backing me into the wall. I shivered at his proximity, feeling heat rise up in the base of my stomach. "Trust me, Miss Grant, you don't know what I want." He breathed against my mouth. "What do you want?" I whispered. His mouth pulled up at one corner and he stepped away, the heat in his gaze chilling to ice, "You're going to be my wife for one more." "And if I say no?" "If I remember correctly, Charles hates scandals." He said, "Do you think he won't hesitate to strip you of your position if you get i