The Temporary Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her. So she whispered, barely audible: “Okay. We’ll try.” August exhaled, relief softening his face. He leaned closer, kissed her forehead tenderly, and pulled her into his arms. She let him, stiff at first, then slowly relaxing into the embrace—not out of love, but out of guilt. Her eyes stayed open long after his closed. And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve.

The sentence slipped out before I could control my thoughts. “‘Marry’ is rather a strong word, but if that's easier for you to understand.” Alexander chuckled, moving forward to rub my cheeks. I didn't move, and I had no reason for staying there. His blue eyes seemed to very much draw me in, mirroring something hypnotic. “I'd like you to be a temporary wife then. It's for a project of mine and you just happened to be the best person. The pay is two hundred thousand dollars monthly.” Alexander uttered, and his palm left my cheek, suddenly replaced by the chill of the cold air.

“Did I miss the part where I entered your room? Because it seems to me that you’re making a mistake with this… whatever this is, here.” Her jaw tightened. “I’m serious.” “So am I.” I stepped farther into the room. “You came into my bedroom without permission, waited for me in the dark, and now you are telling me to stay away from my husband.” Her mouth twisted. “Husband… that contract does not make you anything real to him.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to. I hid the sting. “Did you come here hoping to tell me something I didn’t already know?” Her expression shifted, as if she had expected me to be more wounded. Good. “You are temporary,” she said. “And you are going to leave when

Including this situation. Elena walked forward and sat without waiting to be told. He picked up the folder and slid it across the glass table toward her. “Six months,” he said, his voice calm and business-like. “You live with me as my wife. Attend events. Maintain appearances. At the end, you walk away with fifty million dollars. The money will be transferred immediately once the contract ends. Separate bedrooms. No intimacy. No emotional involvement. No unnecessary complications.” Elena let out a quiet breath, then pushed the folder back toward him. “No,” she said firmly. “I’m not selling myself. I’ll find another way.”

“You did wait. You watched me play the devoted husband for years. You watched her pour our champagne and lower her eyes and believe every careful lie I fed her. And you never once demanded I choose sooner than I was ready.” “Because I knew how the story ended,” Vivienne answered. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw with proprietary calm. “She was always temporary a shield, a scapegoat, a convenient signature on whatever document we needed. I was not temporary. Now the temporary piece is ash and headlines, and I finally get to stand in the light without lowering my voice.” He kissed her hard, without tenderness, without the gentleness he had once weaponized against another woman. When he p

“I’m not ready to have children. It’s out of the equation. I already told you about that. My priority right now is my companies.” I couldn’t move. I wanted to run back upstairs and forget what I had heard, but somehow, I was rooted in my place, like I was glued to the wall. He continued, “He made me do this and then left me hanging, and that wouldn’t change the fact that he forced me into this marriage. I’m not ready.” Dread ran through my veins, overwhelming my senses. The message was clearer. He was still doing his part— my temporary husband, and I was his temporary wife with benefits.

Temporary husband? She only regarded him as a temporary husband. Besides, she sounded as if she was eager for the contract to end?! The woman made it sound like one day with him seemed like a year. Well, well, well. Larry believed he could actually strangle Cherry to death if she was standing in front of him right now. The other men dared not utter a word upon discovering the emotions that chased over Larry’s face. Although they knew that their marriage was unusual, the term temporary husband was rather heartless…

He studied me carefully with his eyes, his tongue wetting his lips, making me tremble under him. “Know upfront that I always wake up like this!” “Does that happen to all men?” “You’ll never know, because you’ll only wake up next to me every day.” “Our marriage is temporary.” “Yeah… temporary until death do us part.” “Cheating is relative, isn’t it?” “Not to me! I’ll never cheat on you, and I won’t let you do it to me.” “You cheated with the fake Rarith.” “I paid her. It was a sham.”

“I’m not your servant.” “No,” he agreed. “You’re my wife.” The way he said it made her pulse stutter. “And in my world,” he continued calmly, “a wife obeys.” Her hands curled at her sides. “This is temporary,” she said. “One year.” His lips curved slightly. “Everything is temporary,” he replied. “Including freedom.” Her heart sank. He gestured toward a leather couch. “Sit.” She hesitated then obeyed. He remained standing, looming before her.

But I can’t help myself, sometimes I’d stare at him and wonder what it would be like to have all of him, for us to be real. My hands stroke the insides of his thigh now, begging me to let him come. I enjoy his thrashing a little longer before pushing into him, barely five strokes in, my husband topples over the edge, gripping my arms with force enough to snap my bone. I jack him off as the last of his orgasm washes over him.