When My Contract Husband Falls For Me Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“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.

“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?”

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.

He didn't see a woman drowning in his silence; he saw a contract being fulfilled. The realization hit me with the cold clarity of the rain outside. I had entered this marriage to save my family, but in doing so, I was losing the only thing I had left: myself. I was becoming the "ghost" the maids laughed about. I was disappearing into the limestone and the silk. I walked over to the mahogany desk and opened the laptop I’d kept hidden under a stack of art history books. The screen glowed, a bright, artificial blue in the dim library. I navigated to the email from the firm in Chicago.

What if he doesn't believe me, or has no intention of staying with me long-term? I couldn't let myself get attached. But the terrifying reality was that I was starting to feel attached, and it felt entirely wrong. He had explicitly stated in our contract: no falling in love. How foolish could I be to think our situation would be any different? Every contract marriage ended eventually, and we had just over a month left before ours expired. What was I supposed to do? Whether it was the pregnancy hormones spiking or pure emotional exhaustion, tears began to blur my vision. A sudden, violent chill ran skin-deep. I dragged the thick duvet over my shoulders, shivering, and drifted off into a restl

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.