Temptation Of The Contract Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then he sighed, a sound of pure frustration, and turned back. The amused detachment was gone, replaced by a cold, focused intensity that was even more terrifying. This was my chance. “So, I can be your contract wife.” He froze, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity sharpened, turning predatory. “Eavesdropping is a terrible habit.” “It’s a survival skill,” I shot back, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Look, I have free days. My calendar is… suspiciously open.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “This isn’t a joke.”

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows that danced across the walls like ghosts of my past mistakes. I stared at my hands, twisting the black diamond ring on my finger. It felt heavier tonight, a constant reminder of the tangled web I’d woven myself into. How had I ended up here? From a desperate girl signing a contract to pay off her father’s debts, to… this. Nicholas’s fiancée. His obsession. His everything. But it was all built on lies. Julian. The name alone sent a chill down my spine. He’d been the one to orchestrate it all offering me the “job” as Nicholas’s maid, but with a twisted catch.

His voice was ice. "Yes, Mr. Hunt." "Sit." I sat in the chair across from his massive desk. He finally turned, and I forgot how to breathe. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, face that belonged on magazine covers. "My grandmother is dying," he said flatly. "She wants me married. You need money. I need a wife for appearance. This is a business transaction." He slid a thick contract across the desk. "Two years. You live in my penthouse. Attend events as my wife. In private, we're strangers. Separate bedrooms. No emotional attachment. When my grandmother dies or the contract ends, you get three million dollars and we divorce."

I stood up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and looked at the pile of fabric I had brought with me. I had to get to work. I had to find a way to pay Mrs. Gable next week. I had to build a fortress out of thread and needles. Because the "Contract Bride" was dead, and the woman who replaced her had a son to protect. Adrian Wolfe could have his merger. He could have his Serena. He could have the whole world. I only wanted this twelve-foot box and the secret beating inside me. I picked up my shears, the steel cold and famili

I hadn't expected such a warm reception, yet being forced to be his, I wasn't sure I'd fit in. Their reaction was palpable, their faces creasing with smiles as one handed me a bouquet of flowers. "For our alpha bride," she said, and my eyes misted, touched by her gesture. Damien leaned close. "They love you already," he murmured. I glanced at him, my heart full of conflicting feelings. As we moved further into the palace scenery, my eyes suddenly drifted to a woman at the entrance of the castle. I don't know much about Damien, but I know he has a concubine.

Marie whispered in my ear. “What do you mean?” I asked, still holding onto her. “You are going for dinner. Can't you bring me?” Marie asked calmly. I let go of her instantly. She was shocked as to how I did this so fast. “I can't!” I said instantly. “But it won't matter. If you said I was your best friend, everyone would simply nod and accept…” Marie pointed out. “I know Bruce very well. He won't accept it. This isn't a real marriage, Marie. It's a contract. I take you along, I will probably incur a fine. It's all in the contract,” I said to dissuade Marie.

Thank goodness he didn't argue with me as he took his leave. I knew I wasn't ready to face him, still I found myself opening the door and walked down the stairs in search of the kitchen. A good wife would have woken up since 7am to prepare breakfast for he husband. I was no good girl, and I was no wife. I was only a contract bride for three months, I reassured myself. I stepped into the spacious living room when I felt a pair emerald green eyes feast heavily on my body. "You look good this morning, little angel."

Susan had to do what she had to for her son. There was no way on earth that anyone would come and take Mathew's bride away. "Here." She raised the file in her hand mid-air. "Here's the contract signed by both families of the Andrew and the Thompson. The marriage contract is already stamped! The first daughter of the Thompson family is now the wife of our son." Susan Andrew summoned all the courage she had left and spoke. A few moments passed by, and no one said a word. If a pin dropped at that moment, the sound of it would be heard miles away.