Novel & Cerita Submissive Wife Contract

“What constitutes wrong treatment or potential reasons to leave?” “That will be determined by you.” She shut the file, color rising to her cheeks. “Aren’t you giving me too much power?” “No.” “What if I abuse it or take advantage?” “Will you?” he whispered. She shook her head, and he bridged the gap by half. “Did you read the whole contract? You’re fine with everything you see? The duration? Courthouse wedding? I’ll provide the witnesses we need.” “Yeah.” A strange feeling welled up in his chest. He had a tough time keeping his smile hidden.

"No.. No it's fine." She recollected herself. Although he had said he'd settle her, money had not been the primary reason for accepting. She wasn't also expecting the sum to be this much. He was remitting 100 million dollars as if it was nothing, offering even double. Are all billionaires this extravagant? She wondered. She decided to go through the rest of the details. It was indeed a detailed one. A part of the contract states that, she is free to walk away from the marriage whenever she wants, if he breaks any of his vows to her. She signed the contract and returned it. He smiled. "You have a curious history. How long have you been a wedding planner?"

My brows furrowed as I croaked my neck to the side staring at what was written on the paper as my eyes widen when I was finally able to read it. MARRIAGE CONTRACT Signed by the legal court of the St. Alamida Hell no!

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.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

“The contract. Read every word. I won’t repeat myself.” My hands shook as I picked it up. The pages felt heavy, like they carried the weight of my entire life. I scanned line after line, each one tightening the knot in my stomach. One year of marriage. I live in his penthouse. Appear in public as his perfect, devoted wife. Obey him in all private matters. And then the clause that made bile rise in my throat: The wife agrees to fulfill all physical and intimate needs of the husband without refusal. My mouth went dry. I forced myself to keep reading, but the words blurred. This wasn’t just a business arrangement. This was ownership.

This was about saving her brother, about giving him a chance at life. With trembling hands, Izzy reached for the contract. She flipped through the pages, her eyes skimming over the legal jargon and clauses that outlined every detail of the arrangement. The language was cold and impersonal, but the terms were clear. Liam would pay for Ethan’s medical expenses—everything, from hospital stays to the most experimental treatments. In exchange, she would act as his wife, attending events and fulfilling the public role of Mrs. Stone. It sounded simple on paper, but Izzy knew it was anything but.

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.

His chest pulsed underneath my fingertips, it was nearly electrifying. “Oh trust me…, his voice was low and dangerous. “I've seen whores and you, Tesoro, are nothing like them.” “Then what do you mean by this? A marriage contract?” I flipped the pages open, finally able to free myself from his cage, escaping under his arm. “Tessa Hartley agrees to fulfill her wifely duties and submit without any defiance… What the hell even is this?!” I yelled, throwing the document on the ground. It landed with a thud at his feet.

I replied, even though he kind of was—in the most irritating way. He walked over to his desk, picked up a folder, and laid it out. “Good. Saves us both time. This is the contract. Read it, ask your questions, then sign.” I didn’t sit. Instead, I took the folder and flipped through it. --- Marriage Contract Between Alfred Xander Blake and Vivian Emmanuella Davis Two-years term minimum Appearances at events and functions Joint residence required Intimacy optional No emotional obligations Financial benefits included Absolute discretion Secrets remain buried