When My Contract Husband Falls For Me Novels & Stories

MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍 Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could eas

Jhonia who had stopped with her back turned to him, she turned around looking at him. “My husband is already cheating on me, and publicly. I can not sit and just watch or leave because the contract said five years. His mother driver told me I deserved better and I got mad at him when he was just trying to warn me. By the time I found out... I realized that I might like him, and who knows me better than me? He's going to get to me and I'm going to let him have my virginity? I rather give it to a stranger and before you talk me out of it, just remember he started this... He broke the contract rule first, it's not a sin we are not married lawfully... It's just a contract marriage.” Jhonia said

"It's okay, we can learn little by little, but you read my message, didn’t you?" She nodded. "Every line and every single word." "And?" "And I think if you keep on doing this, if you keep on treating me like this, I'll keep craving for more and expect more from you, I might even end up breaking the promise of contract and fall in love with you, Mr. Contract Husband." He chuckled, leaning forward, brushing his lips gently against the back of her hand. "I'm waiting, please fall in love with me."

His statement brought her out of her daze. “No, it’s not. You love your actual wife, but you hate your contractual one.” He rolled his eyes at her theory. What if he told her he loved his contractual wife and wanted to make her his actual one? No, it was too early to confess! She would surely get a heart attack. “Oh, is that so? What if the contractual wife falls in love with her contractual husband?” He was too interested in her answer to let the topic go.

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

And we are not a real couple. She's not my real wife and I'm not her real husband. We were just married on paper. We had always broken the rules right from the day she moved in. The memories of her black lace bra falling right on my face when she fell, crossed my mind and I found my cheeks lifting. I cleared my throat, It wasn't funny then, but why would I not stop grinning. Why is it funny now? If I continue this way, she would always allow me to touch her, right? Only if I knew she was the only one I could touch before the contract.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He steps away from the wall and puts his hand around my waist, pulling me close to whisper in my ear. "Jealousy, Sienna? Really?" I can feel his stubble brushing my cheek as he speaks. "We still have three years left in this contract, you can't go falling in love with me just yet." My wolf melts under his attention, but I am enraged. I shove him off of me and glare daggers at my husband. "It seems to me that I am the only one concerned with the contract."

"But you were wrong. I never loved you. My feelings for you were nothing more than a debt to repay. From the very beginning, there was no affection beyond that. "I didn't love you then. And now, I can barely stand the sight of you." Five years ago, the moment I signed that contract with his mother, I printed a divorce agreement. Every night, I would take it out and look at it, reminding myself that everything I endured was nothing more than part of a transaction. And over these five years, Randy trampled my heart again and again for Jeanne's sake. If I could manage not to hate him, that was already the limit of my benevolence—loving him was out of the question.

I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny. “Hopefully her husband will work at being a better spouse then.” He said gently stroking the side of my face while holding my gaze. “Doesn't matter. It's a contract marriage. We don't need to like ourselves.” “Liking ourselves will make it bearable though, won't it?” He said gently and I nodded. “Okay then, deal.” I got up and stretched my hands to his to shake on it. But he also got up towering over me as he did. “Nah. After waking up the way we did, I think we are way past shaking in this relationship” followed with a wink, and I felt myself turn red in shame.

It was sending signals to her. “Commissioner, do you want to tell me something?” She said, hesitant. “How did you know?” He whispered, seizing the opportunity. His hands was crisscross at his back; above his waistline. He grimaced and furrowed his brows. She became alert. What does he want to say to her? Did he have a change of mind and want to cancel the contract? Her heart began to beat fast before he said, “You have to be vibrant. I keep seeing your husband showing up in meetings with another woman when he has you. Don't let another woman enjoy what you suffered to build.” His last words was followed by the beeping sound of his car.