Novel & Cerita When My Contract Husband Falls For Me

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

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.

"Tonight, you won't escape my clutches, dear wife." "Don't forget we are supposed to be enemies at home," she reminded him. He threw his head back and laughed, "Do not underestimate the determination of a hungry husband. Who says I will let others find out?" "So you are a hungry husband?" Her amusement was obvious. "Yes, I am hungry for you," he admitted. "So tell me, do you still want us to stick to the contract?" She swallowed, "Of course, that's the right thing to do. Don't forget there's a penalty for breaching the contract."

“Someone who understands that this would simply be a contract. And she seemed logical, cool-headed, and I’ve never been wrong about my instincts.” A smile settled on my face. “I want her as my contract wife.” “You’ve met and been with tons of beautiful women but somehow this one struck you in a second? Why does this sound like a bad idea?” I smirked. “You know, sometimes, most successful ideas usually start that way.” “Are you sure you’re not interested in her? I mean this could get bad in the long run.” “I told you, it’s a different kind of interest.” My voice hardened. “I couldn’t care less about romance.”

Martha was begging for money and he standing beside her looking at another woman… Dad, Keith is my ex boyfriend but I have no feelings for him… The man used me and even slept with my best friend… The more I think about it the angrier I get… Keith can look at me all day and it would not bother me… The man is trash compared to my husband… At least with my husband I already know the man I married… Keith will hide all his dirt and then blame everything on me… So I entered a contract marriage out of spite but I actually ended up falling for my husband… Don’t tell him that tho father… Max clearly heard her words… He smiled and gave his wife a dirty smirk… She will definitely pay for that comment l

“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.