Sickly Husband's Contractual Wife Novels & Stories

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

He made that fucking clause and now he fucking regrets that shit being in the contract! He slammed shut the laptop dropping his back against the couch and staring at the wall with hard eyes. One side of his heart felt extremely happy after discovering the fact that she was his wife. But there was also another side that felt disappointed. He’s her husband. And she’s loyal to him. But was he? Even though it was a contract marriage, not a real one but still she remained loyal to him like the obedient innocent wife she is. And what he did. He had his mistress, and then Hazel. He didn’t even think about his contractual wife all these months. When he was with Ella he used to think about his contra

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.

"Tonight, you won't escape my clutches, dear wife." "Don't forget we are supposed to be enemies at home," she reminded him. He threw his head back and laughed, "Do not underestimate the determination of a hungry husband. Who says I will let others find out?" "So you are a hungry husband?" Her amusement was obvious. "Yes, I am hungry for you," he admitted. "So tell me, do you still want us to stick to the contract?" She swallowed, "Of course, that's the right thing to do. Don't forget there's a penalty for breaching the contract."

The villa they’ll be using after marriage will also be hers after 1 year. Lastly, it stated that they both agreed that major punishment will be implemented to the party who will violate this agreement. Signed and sealed by Bill Sky and her signature was affixed on the other side. This agreement was clearly made for her to be Bill’s contractual wife. ‘Bastard!’ Arabella couldn’t help but scream in her thought. ‘I will never be your contractual wife.’ She angrily swore. ‘Gosh. What made him think that I will follow this contract? Do I look like a fuckin puppet? ‘He’s crazy!’ Arabella mocked him and tore the contract into pieces.

His statement brought her out of her daze. “No, it’s not. You love your actual wife, but you hate your contractual one.” He rolled his eyes at her theory. What if he told her he loved his contractual wife and wanted to make her his actual one? No, it was too early to confess! She would surely get a heart attack. “Oh, is that so? What if the contractual wife falls in love with her contractual husband?” He was too interested in her answer to let the topic go.

"Because I don't get it. I won't allow you to live this life. You are my wife!" "Michael!" "What?!" "What the f*** is your problem with me?" "Do you want to know? Well, I will let you know. The contract is the problem. You are not free to do whatever you want to do. You don't have the right to. If not, your family will have to pay for breach of the contract." "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.

the maid in the center confessed, falling to her knees. "Are you stupid? Can’t you keep your mouth shut? What do you mean my husband and I have a contract marriage?" I asked angrily, even though it is a contract marriage, I could not admit that. "Who gave you the information that it is a contract marriage? Or were you going into Jonathan’s office to snoop around his documents?" I asked sharply.