When My Contract Husband Falls For Me Novels & Stories

I said. "I understand. Then you need to find a husband". She suggested. "I don't need a husband". I said. "Huh? you don't need a husband? So how can you do it?" She asked. "I just need a man who will act like my husband, and am willing to pay for it". I said. "Wait, like a contract?". She asked. "Exactly, you get it. Like a contract." I replied. "But.but. that will be difficult. Getting a husband, I mean hiring a husband". She said.

He buys me a home. He builds a business for me. He shows up every time. And I don’t know when exactly I started falling. Maybe the night he held me after the nightmare. Maybe the first time he called me “kitten” in that low, dangerous voice. Maybe when he introduced me as “my wife” like the title meant everything. But I did fall, my contract husband, my accidental heart owner. I pressed my hand to my chest, catching my breath like someone had pulled the truth out of me.

She laughs. “What do you want with my husband?” I finally ask, the one question I've been asking myself when I'm alone at night. “I don't believe that bullshit you out up.” “Nothing, you should ask him instead. He's the one that trapped me in a contract.” “Look he does this, it's an open marriage and you're just another fuck. And if I'm being honestly I don't know why he chose you, you're the least attractive of them all.”

When she left, I was on my feet, ready to leave. “We can't risk it again; please just give my husband the contract. I've already–” “Done what? Tickled me?” He interrupted, then he pulled me to his body and told me he didn't cum yet, that he didn't enter my warm pussy yet, and until he did, the contract was still in the air. Well, I loved my husband so much, and I was sure he was waiting for good news, so I couldn't go back there and just give him bad news, as that would just break him, and I couldn't bear that.

As I made my way to my office, I could not stop thinking of what suddenly possessed Diane, Diane wasn’t one to be swayed by emotions, she was very strict and definitely my mother’s illness on a normal day wouldn’t have been enough excuse for her. Either ways, I was grateful that I didn’t have to lose my job, thank you to whatever made her that lenient with me. My phone dinged in my pocket signalling the arrival of a new message, I slowly dipped my hands in my pocket and took it out and peered in it. “Contract Husband” was written boldly on the screen specifying who the message was from, I clicked on it and opened the message as I walked into my office and slammed the door shut behind me.

“After everything I’ve done. After the contract. After the way I treated you.” I stopped scrubbing. I looked at the man who had everything and yet seemed to have nothing. “Because,” I whispered, “I know what it’s like to be desperate. And I think you’re more desperate than I ever was. but most importantly Michael you are now my real husband, the father of my unborn baby.”

She wrote: _Giulia Romano Bianchi. The room went silent. Contessa smiled. Signore Bianchi nodded once, satisfied. The lawyer stamped the page. Marco didn’t breathe. Giulia set the pen down and met his eyes. Her voice was steady. “There. Now I’m your wife on paper. Marco. Let’s see if you still want me when the contract ends.” She stood, legs shaking, and walked out of the room before he could answer. Outside, the Roman sky was too bright. Too blue. Giulia pressed her back against the stone wall and slid to the ground.

“You’re right. Neah was my wife, Cassandra. I courted her, I loved her, and I married her. I promised her that once I achieved my dreams, I would make it up to her. She was with me when I was just starting to dream of achieving something in life. She supported me and never left my side until I slowly started reaching my dreams. But I failed her. We didn’t just lose our first child, I lost her too. It was all my fault. Three years ago, when I had a business trip to Las Vegas and you asked me to extend my stay there, that was when I lost my wife, Cassandra. When our unborn child died, I prioritized your company. When Neah’s parents died, I wasn’t by her side because I was in Las Vegas. I could

He covers his face with his hands and continues, "I broke our contract... I failed..." "No... Carlos, you didn't fail... Everyone makes mistakes... can fail..." I start to say, trying to approach him. "Carlos, I..." My husband stands up from the table and walks to our living room. I also stand up and go to him, crying, not caring that he slept with Duny. After all, who was I to judge him when I had just done the same thing? Carlos is standing in the middle of the room. He turns to face me with a defeated expression:

Not his looks, not his voice, not his smile, not the way he tried to make a move on me. If anything, his presence here almost irritated me. Worse of all, I kept comparing him to my husband. To Christopher! "And if you can?" But if he could let me forget how miserable I was for one night, I was more than ready to give him the chance. It wasn't like I owed Christopher any faithfulness. Ours was a contracted marriage with no strings attached. He had clearly stated that I could be whoever I wanted to as long as we weren't in his house.