Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

I read through it, digesting every word and clause, but I stopped when I saw a very striking sentence. I raised my head in shock and bafflement, the vertical lines between my eyebrows deepened as I tried to understand what he had just stated. "The contract doesn't allow me to have sexual relationship with any man, but it doesn't stop you?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. “As my wife, you will be a reflection of me, and for the period of 2 years, you aren't meant to be seen around with any man you deem your lover because so much is at stake with that.” He replied with an indifference to how awkward and imposing the contract seemed.

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.

Just looking at his face which looks older and tired breaks my heart. He coughs and I rush to his side picking up a plastic sealed cup of water which has a straw, putting the straw at his mouth so he can sip some water. Something clicked and I wonder if this was where Lia came yesterday after work. "I want you to draft two contracts for me" he utters after drinking water, "the first one will be a sales contract of company shares and the second one will be a marriage contract" why a marriage contract when he's ill. "I don't get it old man, why would you want a marriage contract?" I ask him and I swear I wasn't prepared to hear his next words. "Because I am making Miss. Harrison my wife" what?

One clause caught her eye: The wife shall reside at the Cross Estate for the duration of the contract. Another: Public appearances shall be mandatory when requested by the husband. And another, colder still: Any breach of contract shall result in immediate forfeiture of assets and liquidation of Harper & Co. Her stomach knotted. This wasn’t a marriage. It was a business transaction, written in chains. Yet at the very end, in bold letters, sat a single line that chilled her more than all the others combined: Failure to comply will be treated as personal betrayal. She didn’t know why, but those words unsettled her more than threats of money or power. They felt personal.

No, no, no— For the duration of thirty (30) consecutive days, Sadie Sinclair agrees to enter into a legally binding marital contract with Cassian Wolfe… The room tilted. My hands started shaking as I kept reading. Public appearances. Shared residence. Unified image. And there it was—neat, clinical, devastating: Failure to comply constitutes breach of contract and will result in immediate termination of all agreed financial obligations, including but not limited to hospital funding. I slammed the tablet down. “You tricked me,” I whispered. The woman didn’t react. “You signed without review.” “I was desperate,” I snapped. “You knew that.” “Yes,” she said simply.