Submissive Wife Contract Novels & Stories

"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.

We’ll talk about everything much later,” Emily said evading the question. Lily’s eyes narrowed. “Emily, I can see it in your eyes. You’re hiding something. I can tell, you know... I’m your mother, Em.” Emily’s thoughts raced. How could she possibly tell her mother about the contract, what would she say? Well Mum, “I’m married now, but guess what? It’s fake!!” Emily couldn’t reveal the truth - that she had signed a marriage contract with a stranger she didn’t know because he had promised to cover the hospital’s expenses, which he apparently did. She didn’t want to add to her mother’s guilt.

Isabella swallowed, then voiced her protest, "You could have asked instead of preparing all this!" "I couldn't ask a woman who was sleeping... and talking gibberish like a crazy person." "Crazy person?!" Isabella raised her voice, not accepting it. But Felix's face looked relaxed when he said that, and Isabella tried to hold back her patience. Isabella stared straight ahead and said, "Alright. Give me one reason why I should have breakfast with you?" "Because you'll be my wife soon." Short, but to the point. Isabella swallowed hard. She adjusted her sitting position and flipped her long hair back, then replied, "This is just a contract marriage. We're just pretending to be married."

“Sure, let's get down to business. But just to be clear, this contract isn't legally binding, right? I mean, we're not actually getting married.” “Correct. It's more of a symbolic gesture, a formal agreement between two parties with common interests.” “Got it. So, what are the terms? How long do I have to play the role of the dutiful wife?” “We'll start with a one-year contract, with the option to renew or terminate at the end of the term. During that time, you'll maintain the appearance of a devoted spouse while enjoying the benefits of financial stability.” “And what happens if one of us decides to bail before the contract expires?”

"I will not agree to the contract unless you agree to add my proposal." "Senna Zhang, be a submissive wife to me, your husband!" "A submissive wife? Unfortunately, I don't want to be controlled. I'm leaving." Senna Zhang rose from her seat. Her slender arm was suddenly gripped tightly. "Where are you going? Don't make it difficult for me. Quickly sign the contract. I will add compensation for you as payment."

’ It’s already bad that I can’t get out of this but hearing those words, that was a slap on the face… my cheek hurts I absentmindedly raised my hands to my cheek a little too comically. He should have just told me directly that I wasn’t his type. “If you agree to sign the papers and be my wife, then I’ll pay off all your debts and fulfil one of your wishes… and on top of that you're entitled to all the privileges that come with being Egon's wife, free shopping trips, vacations, you name it,” He proposed, in an attempt to convince and confuse me. I didn't really care for all those things honestly, but going back now would bring me back to a situation I was desperately running away from and it

{Naomi POV} “You heard me,” he replied. “You want to stay out of jail? Then sign it. Be my wife. That’s the only way you’ll work off one hundred million under my control. Otherwise—” he stood tall again—“the police are a phone call away.” I stared at the paper, my tears soaking into the corners of my lips. MARRIAGE CONTRACT AGREEMENT TO ENZO VITALE I felt a rush of nausea rise in my throat as I slowly looked away from the paper and met his eyes. The coldness in his gaze was enough to freeze me solid, talk less of staying under the same roof with him.

“Close the door. Sit.” I did as he asked, my pulse racing. “Everything okay, boss?” I asked. He pushed a document across the desk. “Read it. Then sign.” I looked at the title. My heart stuttered. ‘LOVERS CONTRACT’ My eyes scanned the document. Rules. Boundaries. Expectations. This arrangement is strictly physical. No romantic involvement. No babies. Complete discretion at all times. Secret encounters. The submissive lover undertakes to accept every sexual command she is given without complaint until she has been tamed.

I continue before her outrage detonates, because I’m sure it’s coming. “Further terms. Being my wife means I will have free access to you. I have a healthy sexual appetite. I will hold myself to the same standard I expect from you and will remain faithful while we’re married. Therefore you will make sure I’m well satisfied. Whenever. Wherever. That is not negotiable.” The detonation arrives and her cheeks flame. “That’s barbaric. What the hell is wrong with you?” “You can call it whatever you like,” I say, evenly. “Barbaric. Transactional. Sensible. I call it binding. My lawyer will draw up a contract for both of us to sign. So there can be no quibbling about the facts later.”

Both parties are not allowed to develop feelings for each other,if feelings arise they must not act on them. 2. Both parties must behave like a real married couple in public without giving out the contract in the marriage. 3. Must live under the same roof. 4. There shall be no divorce till after 5 years,after that each party can decide to walk out. Ava let out a sigh of relief after reading the contract,it was something she could walk it. Besides her reason for agreeing to the marriage was for the sole aim of revenge and no feelings were attached. Just as she was mulling over the content of the contract a call came in from Jane.