Romans & histoires When My Contract Husband Falls For Me

“I am done with that hellhole you call a marriage! Nothing can bring me back to you after you had the nerve, the audacity and the disrespect to cheat on me with my sister!” His voice on the other end of the phone oozed anger, the deep baritone almost forcing me to surrender to his will. But he had hurt me too much for that to work now. “It was a contract marriage. I am not obligated to you, Catherine, now fucking listen to me—” “I am not obligated to you, either! I have always listened to you and where has that gotten me? Hurt and pregnant.” I yelled him down with a cracking voice, making sure he could not get a word in.

I mean it’s only right that I vexed him since I was tricked by him into this contract marriage. I turned to face him, his words falling on deaf ears as I wanted to only air out my own thoughts. “I hate to do this for you, trust me but since I’m here I’ll cook the meals myself.” “And if you want to ask why? I don’t trust you and besides you could plan to poison me with your so-called live-in chef. And secondly I don't want this thing between us … this contract thing to get out.” I said boldly and coldly, staring at him straight up as I had a quick thinking thing to do concerning this getting out.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She chuckled softly, melting into my arms. I stayed with Brooke for a few more hours, just talking like we used to—not about revenge or secrets, just about us and our family. Eventually, I stood, adjusting my trousers. “Now that everything’s settled with you, I need to go find my wife.” Brooke’s expression turned sour. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms “You’re not legally married. She’s not your wife.” “It may be a contract marriage, but we’re legally married, Brooke,” I chuckled, turning to leave.

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

he asked, his hands gently exploring her skin as he soaped her up under the warm water. Ms. Inez laughed and tried to playfully push his hands away, but he pulled her close from behind, their bodies pressing together under the cascading water. "You’re so much more passionate than I ever imagined, Dear, it’s both surprising and wonderful. How did you become so confident?" she said, leaning back against him as warm water flowed over them. "Thank goodness I said yes to this contract marriage, Inez. I never expected your body to feel so soft and youthful. I’m afraid I might get addicted to being close to you like this," he said honestly.

Like ask why. He kissed her. I swallowed hard, the sour taste of old wine and older disappointment rising in my throat. The internet thought I was a fool. The pitied wife who got played, discarded, forgotten. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know about the contract. About the ten million dollars. About how none of it was ever supposed to feel real. And yet… it did. I fell. Not gracefully. Not logically. I fell like someone who never expected to land.

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to beg you to stay? You made this decision by yourself, so I'll grant it to you.” With that, he got up and left, leaving me shattered. I just stared at his retreating figure. Was I not beautiful enough for him? Did I lack something? I just wanted to understand why my husband never tried to love me. It was too late for that now. It was all over. I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend that it was finally over. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the place. ****** “Listen to me, just this once. I promise I'll never bug you again.”

I laughed, then suddenly her face frowned, and I took my hand away from her. “That's why you should stop yourself from falling for me because I also have no plans to love you. Remember we're just married on paper, and we're not really a couple so whatever I do in the future don't misunderstand it, that's just part of my acting, do you understand?” In response, she turned around and went out the door. I smiled and looked again at the marriage contract I was holding now, and I immediately signed it. “I just don't know. If I couldn't fall for you because right now, I can't control myself anymore.” I whispered to myself as I stared at the door.

said another man sitting near my husband. "Legitimate!" "Legitimate!" Instantly my body felt weak. Almost wanted to fall but luckily Naswa held my hand. I couldn't hold back these tears as I was hurt by the reality I saw. My husband had just made a marriage contract with a woman I didn't know at all.

My breath hitched as I swallowed hard, the thought of being the other woman in Henry's marriage made my stomach twist. Why on earth were men so disloyal? What would it take for them to be honest like their wives? “I can't…I can't continue this contract,” I breathed. I took another look at the picture, the lady's smile reached her eye in Henry's arms. She didn't deserve to be hurt like this. And if her husband couldn't make things right, then I will. But how was I going to repay him back? And how would I convince him to terminate the contract?