When My Contract Husband Falls For Me Novels & Stories

"But this is just the beginning. I will fall deeper in love with you, and if such things keep happening, I'm afraid I'll go crazy and become someone annoying and unreasonable." Murray interlaced his fingers with Emily's, placing their hands over his heart. "See how obedient I am? One shout from you on the phone, and I backed down." He squeezed her hand, smiling, "But to be honest, I'm also a bit worried about becoming henpecked." His sweet words didn't sway Emily. She sought a simple promise not to see Stacey again, but he had skillfully dodged the issue. Feeling a dry throat, Emily wanted to say something to ease her disappointment.

But of course, he's just doing his duties! The more he talks, the more frustrated I feel. I can't believe we're doing this right now. All I wanted was a good fuck, not a lecture on the terms of our contract. Why does he think I'm falling for him? I mean, I like him, a lot better than when we first got married. But that's all. And it's only because he's given me like a million reasons to. If I ever find myself falling for him, it's on him. It's entirely his fault.

“It changes everything! You are my responsibility, damn it!” “No, I’m not!” “You are my wife…” “Not anymore, since our contract ended.” He approaches abruptly. “You really didn’t understand my maneuver with that damn contract?” “Maneuver?” I’m confused. “You were saying you had to disappear after those photos and videos leaked. I was terrified at the thought of you leaving me. So, I had to think fast, and the idea of marriage came to mind. You laughed at my idea! So, I invented this damn contract! And I intended to use this year to make you understand that your place is by my side!”

“Admired him.” She nodded, no shame in it. “More than admired. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Not with you. Once this contract thing between you two is over, I plan to go for him straight up. No games.” The words hit me like a slap. She said it so calm, so plain, right to my face. I stared at her, trying to find my voice. “You’re telling me you want my husband.” “Your contract husband,” she corrected gently. “We both know that’s what it is. It’s not forever. When it ends, he’ll be free. And I’ll be waiting.”

To her surprise, she sees her new husband sitting there looing busy on his tablet. “Good morning. I did not know that you would still at home.” “Well, there is something called honeymoon. I mean I got married yesterday. So, I am working from home for the next week.” “Ok, By the way I hope you have eaten.” “Well no, I am waiting for my wife to wake up so we can eat together. If you don’t mind of course.” Michael says looking at her. “There is no problem, you should have woken me up early so I don’t delay you.”

The pain of betrayal that I had tried fighting was coming back full force, threatening to bring me down to the ground. "Don't be a child, Ayla. You would have done the same if you were in my position. I saw an opening to get to your husband; I took it, seduced him, and like a fool, he fell for me without much struggle." I could feel tendrils of an edgy, twitching feeling coiling on my insides, climbing up my stomach. "What about Connor? He has been a good boyfriend to you," I asked, already pitying the man for sacrificing too much for a woman who was after money.

He felt just like the ground had just been pulled out from beneath him, and he struggled to keep his calm. She was everything to him, and the thought of losing her was more than he might bear. He had worked so hard for that contract, invested so much to get to where he was, and now it was all on the line. But the choice was clear—he couldn’t let anything happen to his wife. No bargain, no matter how profitable, was worth her life.

Then it struck me, an idea so reckless, yet perfect. If my father wanted me married, then I would give him exactly that. Not a real wife, but someone who could play the role long enough for me to prove myself. A contract wife. And that is exactly why I'm here, to tell my father the news: I was getting married. He looked thrilled, relieved even. He had no idea that I hadn't even found the woman yet. Without wasting time, I went to meet with Dr. Luke. Fate, however, had its own plans. Just as I was about to step into his office, a woman bumped into me.

I stop, not sure how to finish that sentence. “Different how?” “She’s real. Honest. She doesn’t want anything from me except what I’ve explicitly offered.” I stare out the window at Manhattan streaming past. “And she sees me. The real me, beneath all the bullshit. And she’s not running.” “Yet.” “Yet,” I agree quietly. “So what are you going to do about it?” Good question. What am I going to do about the fact that I’m falling for my contract wife? That this arrangement has become something I don’t know how to control?

I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. I shifted slightly “I was fulfilling my role as your wife. Everything between us—everything we’ve shared—it’s all tied to the contract. That’s all it ever was.” His brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. “What the hell are you talking about?” “The contract,” I repeated, hating the words as they left my lips. “You’re the one breaking it. Have you forgotten what we agreed to? If either of us develops real feelings, the contract is nullified.” I paused “We have only a few months left, Nicholas. Let’s not complicate....”