Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

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

“No, you know the version of me you signed a contract with.” “And I know the woman who stayed and faced her fears, the woman who has done nothing but respect me. Care for me. And most importantly you’ve made this whole contract thing very easy.” Emily’s fingers tightened around the ring. “This arrangement benefits me too,” she said quickly. “Don’t turn me into some selfless saint. We had an agreement. Hope you didn’t forget. It's just a contract. you protect me. I appear to your board of directors as your wife.”

“Think again, Selene. I am your husband, and I will fulfill all my obligations.” “That wasn’t what you said when you had the contract drafted.” “Things have changed now.” Apparently, we can’t stay away from each other. We have to adjust the terms of the contract.” How many more terms will we adjust? First, he took my security into his control, and now he wants me to be faithful to him. We haven’t even been married for a week. How many terms will we adjust before the year is over? I push him away, running my hand over my face. “I won’t be the only faithful one. Whatever you have going on with Ava, pause it till the marriage is over.”

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

She turned around and a tall figure was standing right in front of her—watching. She yelped, “What the— “I need to ask you a question.” Vincent said. She blinked exasperatedly, breathing heavily. He was just at the church hours ago, now he was with her?! “Wh…what are you…why are you— “You signed a contract.” He muttered, “Legally you’re bonded to me. You’re mine….I’m not yours, but you’re mine. So I need you to tell me the truth.” Vincent lowered himself to his panicking wife, “Are you responsible for my brother’s death?”

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

Richard could refuse, however he should be ready to allow her to take Miguel's custody. “Any wrong move from you, I won't hesitate to kick you out of here. Go near my wife and the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?” He strictly warned her. He growled. She rolled her eyes, grunting softly. “Okay. Okay. Okay, I've heard. I promise I won't pick a fight with her. Did she know about our contract?” She asked. He frowned. “Don't you ever mention anything to her!” He snarled.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.