When My Contract Husband Falls For Me の小説・ストーリー

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.

The thought of a future where I didn't wake up with Alexander beside me, where he didn't kiss me before work, where we weren't a team fighting off the world together—it felt like a completely hollow, unbearable reality. ​I didn't want to think about life after the contract. Because deep down, I knew I was already failing the most important rule of our agreement: I was completely, utterly falling in love with my husband. And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to take Allie's advice and give him that sign tonight.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

" There was a momentary pause on the other end, and she quietly exhaled with satisfaction at reestablishing the boundaries. But then his deep, gravelly laugh reverberated in her ear, both entertaining and alluringly dark. "Come on, Isabelle. We are married now, at least on paper." Surely you don't expect me to resist indulging in my husbandly privileges? Sampling the...full range of the lavish feast before me?" Her mouth went to sandpaper as he softened his voice into an intimate murmur, the words intended just for her. "Make no mistake, I aim to taste every...succulent...inch of you during the term of our contract. To dominate you as thoroughly as any business entity."

He pulled me closer to him. "You promised me, sweetheart." A wild, foreign sensation ran over me. "You're reneging on your words." This was new. If he had done this before this so-called marriage, I would have felt nothing. However, it was different this time. He was my husband. A contract husband. Nonetheless, a husband. I stilled. Upon realising the position we were in, my first reaction was to push him away from me. Hard, so that I could watch him stumble.

Maybe she misses how he used to kiss her. “Damn it!” I slam my fist against the counter, wincing at the sharp pain that follows. I didn’t see this coming. Falling for her was never part of the plan. It just happened. At first, I told myself it wasn’t a bad thing to feel this way about her. After all, she’s my wife—even if it’s only on paper. I was ready to ignore the rules we set in that ridiculous contract. Ready to break every one of them for her.

I should have know that no matter what , I shouldn’t gave dared to do that , I know how unlucky I can be with this things but yet the stupid girl in me thinks that she can try them out . Remembering the contract , I remembered when getting clearly tomd me that , the only thing that he wanted for me was to act as his wife , he didn’t want see and didn’t even want a thing to do with me , o shouldn’t have just respected his decision , but now my stupid heart have decided to fail my yet again . All the things that I have done thinking that I could get the perfect girl for him. What was I even thinking , that he was going to marry me for real after all the scandal that I have been in over the yea

I thundered and he flinched a little because he was scared the conversation went from 0-100 almost immediately. “I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t mean to insult you or make fun of you. I just meant to inquire more about your husband and the reason why you complain about him,” he apologized and I hummed with a slight nod “Well, my husband and I are involved in a contract marriage,” I said and paused to watch his reaction. He shifted a bit on his chair and I continued. “We got into that marriage with two separate goals of course. He wanted his father’s wealth and I wanted him to love me,” I said, sadness written all over my face while he listened attentively to me.

“Three years ago, Theo approached me at a club—with a contract in hand." “What kind of contract?” Mr Hudson demanded. Sighing, I replied. “A contract marriage.” His mouth fell open, but I didn't stop. "I had just caught my husband cheating on me with my best friend. And I had nowhere to go." My fingers curled into my lap. "Theo gave me an escape, and I took it." Mr Hudson stayed silent. Then, slowly, he removed his glasses, and to my shock, his shoulders trembled. "Sir?" I hesitated, before rising and stepping around the desk.