The Contract Lover Novel Nina Morrison Novels & Stories

She moves to embrace Liam, and I watch in shock as she kisses him. Liam seems annoyed. He pushes her back into the car. He glances in my direction, and I instinctively hide. I move to my desk and focus on the papers. What was that scene? Did he find someone else? A lover who will be my replacement? I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I force my racing heart to slow down. Right. What am I even thinking? Why am I getting so worked up if he gets a new lover? We are just in a contract and the contract allows him to have other lovers, just as I was allowed to have other men.

He asked, looking down at me. I moved my lips weakly, "What is it?" “Honesty,” he said, his words cutting through the tense air. My mind raced. Contract marriage—right, that’s all we had ever had. We weren’t bound by love but by convenience, and to him, I was just a suitable partner, nothing more. I took a slow, steadying breath, unsure of what to say next. Nate, with a rare gesture, lit a cigarette, the crisp sound of the lighter and the sight of the flickering flame momentarily breaking the silence.

My liberty, my self-respect myself , all to be his wife, someone he wouldn't even shower with love. I didnt ask this. I didn't even know Nathaniel up until yesterday that I had received the mail to come see him But what options did I have? I shivered as my hand hung over the contract , the ink on the paper taunting me , I barely understand what was there but all I know was that it contained the irrevocable promise of a life I would never be able to reverse. a life in which I would lose everything I valued, of been Nathaniel. His lips slightly curled into a smirk, Nathaniel's eyes never left minr.

“What kind of job are we talking about?” “A contract marriage,” Emma said. Sonia blinked, then laughed nervously, thinking her friend was joking. But when she saw Emma’s serious expression, the smile faded. For sure her friend was serious. “Wait. What? A contract marriage? Like in those drama series?” Emma nodded. “Yes. Apparently, there’s this wealthy guy who needs a wife. And guess what?” Emma asked, watching Sonia adjust herself properly on the couch. “Wait, there’s more?” Sonia asked; her eyes widened; the whole story was getting interesting.

I remembered the contract and remembered that this was not real. For some stolen moments, it was almost close enough to real and that was more deadly than anything Damian would ever do to me. ………. That night, in the mansion, I stayed at my window, looking out over London. I should have felt relieved. But all I could do was feel bewildered. I was confused about him, Damian I mean. I was confused by all the things I didn't know but needed to know because one thing was for sure: this marriage was not a corporate deal. It was warfare. And I had no idea if I'd survive.

Maybe I’d been drunk back then, or maybe Nina hadn’t given me the best position in bed the night I made that decision. Hours passed and Nina was ready to leave, but my wolf would not be pleased with her absence. Right there on my desk was a copy of the contract she signed to be my sex worker for two years. A strong urge to rip it apart rose within me, but doing that could be devastating if my plans didn’t work out later. "Nina?" I called, and she turned around, quite surprised I spoke with such a soft, almost romantic tone. We’d never talked like real lovers—because we weren’t.

I muttered under my breath. “Excuse me.” “Nothing.” I said getting up to leave his office. “One more thing,” he announced, and I turned to hear what he had to say. “You're not allowed to fall in love with me, it's part of the contract, once you do, the contract will be terminated and you'll receive no benefits, except, of course, if the child is born.” “I assure you, that wouldn’t happen.” I responded and left his office. I'm not allowed to fall in love with him? Like anyone would want to fall for a nonchalant ass like him. This contract should be as easy as a pie, right?

Sharper. “I’m choosing you with full knowledge of who you’ve been. I’m betting on who you’re becoming.” She looked at him and I could hear the edge underneath. The terms. The conditions. A woman who took him back with her eyes open because Naomi told her to and Lorraine honoured the permission by building something worth keeping. “Don’t make me regret it.” Not romantic. A contract. I thought about Naomi. A woman who saw my worst and stayed. Lorraine and Naomi chose the same way. With full information. The kind of love that survived because it never pretended the ugly parts didn’t exist.

Three question marks popped in her head as Nina picked up the contract, glancing at the sentence written in bold. BE THE CEO’S LOVER OR PAY 100 MILLION DOLLARS FOR DEFLOWERING HIM. 100 million dollars? Was his virginity made of gold? However, the contract had a clause. None of the parties is supposed to fall in love with each other during the period of their ambiguous relationship. All Nina wanted was to graduate college peacefully. However, with her mother still out there to exploit her, she had to ensure her safety to avoid all her underhanded schemes. In her greatest despair, Jayden was her only hope, so she agreed to be his kept woman.

“I’m just claiming what’s mine.” Tessa swallowed hard. She knew exactly what he meant. Since the contract began, Nathan had never once demanded his rights as her contracted lover. They had slept together before, yes, but it had always been spontaneous, never planned. This time was different. His words made everything feel colder, more real. The weight of that contract suddenly pressed down on her like a chain. “But… why?” she finally asked, her voice barely audible. Nathan raised a brow. “Do I need a reason to sleep with my woman?” His voice was low, almost teasing. His gaze trailed slowly from her face down to her neck, then lingered at the neckline of her overalls.