Novel & Cerita When My Contract Husband Falls For Me

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.

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?

Croft tapped the tablet screen. "So, Julian simply found a cleaner Vance," Croft sneered. "He divorced you twenty minutes after you walked out of his house. The paperwork was already drafted, remember? He filed it with a private judge yesterday morning. He is marrying Eleanor right now. You are obsolete, Maya. He threw you away to keep his empire." The logic was flawless. It was a perfect, iron-clad corporate maneuver. It was exactly the kind of ruthless, emotionally detached strategy the Ice King of Wall Street was famous for.

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."

“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.