When My Contract Husband Falls For Me 소설 & 이야기

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

Her eyes widened in shock. “H-Hey! Don’t get cocky!” “That’s all that’s been missing between us as husband and wife. So, can we do it again sometime?” She bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it—she had enjoyed it. But… “I’m your husband, and technically, I could just take care of myself again if you refuse—even though the contract says we should act like a real married couple.” His expression fell again, and her heart ached. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who made you sign that contract, after all. So, fine. Yes, we can do it again.”

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."

I said. "Uh huh. And that’s why he is staring at you like you’re the only person in the world?" "Sophie." "I’m just saying, that is not the way a fake husband looks at contract wives. That’s the way that men look at women they’re falling in love with." "You're wrong." "Am I? Because you sound defensive." “I’m not. We’re not. It’s just a contract.” "Right. The contract. You can hardly breathe while speaking about him, that’s why."