When My Contract Husband Falls For Me Novels & Stories

"There is no escape from this arrangement. There is no termination, no renegotiation, no early release for good behavior. You belong to me now—legally, contractually, completely. You stay by my side until I grow tired of you. Not a moment sooner." "You can't do this." My voice rose, hysteria creeping into my words. "This is America. There are laws. This contract can't be enforceable—" "Do you really want to test that theory?" His smile was sharp, dangerous. "Do you want to drag our arrangement into open court? Explain to a judge how you approached your brother-in-law to father a child you planned to pass off as your paralyzed husband's? Describe in detail the lies you've told, the deceptions

He made me think of things that I didn't want to think of. For some stupid reason I was falling to him and I wanted to know why. He was not the typical guy that I would go for. The guy who would assume your whole existence. It was just a contract marriage for both of us to get what we wanted and so far I was getting what I wanted. By being his wife I could not be with other people so it was normal for me to want more. Every time I smiled when I remembered a memory of him I reminded myself that was not supposed to fall in love with him.

They stayed on her lap throughout the lecture until it ended an hour later. Once the professor left, Nicole glanced at her and asked, “You like them that much?” A warm smile crossed Ava’s lips. “I love them.” “Hmmm, you look happy,” Nicole remarked. “I think I’ve fallen for my contract husband,” Ava said in a low voice, looking at her friend. “What should I do? Isn’t this a breach of contract?” Nicole burst out laughing. “No, silly… who knows? He might feel the same…” Ava’s eyes fell. “I doubt.”

“I think this is the reason why no man tried to marry you! You don’t want to be conquered!” This time, my anger bursts forth. “Conquered?! I am not a trophy you can show around!” I snap at him. “Who do you think you are?! You are fucking insufferable with your jealousy and all! This contract is supposed to be of comfort, but you offered nothing of that!” “Am I not allowed to get jealous if someone else is touching my wife?!” “Yes! Because I am just your fake wife, are you forgetting that?! If you are going to be jealous, you should have added something about that to the contract! You should have insisted that we can’t meet with friends of the opposite sex!” I snarl at him.

’ Valentina knocked on the door. “Pass” was a short and powerful order. “I finished cleaning” I was a little tired and wanted to rest, so I asked impatiently, “Is there anything else?” “Do you want us to go public with our marriage tomorrow? Do you have any comments?” He asked while still looking at the documents in his hand. “No,” she had no say in all of this. It is within the contract; I must do whatever is asked. “Then we will be husband and wife in the company. We will behave as such. Okay?”

he whispered. "You screwed up? really? aside from lying about the contract Anthon, what are you hiding?" I said not happy with the words he is saying and I scoff, watching him swallowed hard like a lump on his throat was stuck and he can't swallow it. "I'm married," He said. I feel like a bomb was dropped off in front of me and it hit me, hard in the face. The tears started to fall in my eyes as I look at his eyes waiting for him to tell me that it's not true but then again, the tears on his face tell me otherwise.

“Sarah, who are you? A noble lady? Why should I explain anything to you?” Sarah turned around and looked at him, eyes filling with pain and disbelief. She didn’t know this guy who was standing in front of her. His expression and words were unfamiliar to her and coming from a stranger, not her beloved husband. Getting herself together, she said with a calm tone. “Charles, don’t you remember? I'm your wife, we just got married a few days ago. Or is marriage only a game for you? You mean you can have or abandon me whenever you like?”

"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."

Her lips were swollen, tender reminders of a night she wished she could rewrite, even as her body betrayed her with the ache of wanting more. Daniel’s face haunted her in the quiet. The way his hand had held hers at their wedding, the way he whispered “forever” against her hair. And now here she was, in their bed—or worse, in a bed still warm with another man’s presence—while her husband lay unconscious at the hospital, fighting for life. Her chest squeezed, tears burning behind her eyes. What kind of wife did that make her? The faint clatter of pans snapped her back to the present. A smell drifted from the kitchen—coffee, eggs, something buttery. Her heart stopped. He was still here.

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.