Contract Marriage: I've always loved you

oughts about the drastic change in my life. I never thought I would find mysel

h her father and a smug smile on her face. She thinks she's won

er eyes, and her captivating smile, oblivious to the darkness that hides w

is quite hot." As Mike whispe

n she stands in front of me. Her

our vows. I speak the words, but deep

ill make her life hell for playing with me. This marriage ma

nd wife, and I force a smile, knowing

ab Grace by her waist, and after yanking her close t

her lips, satisfying my soul. I can't believe someone's pain is

pain to prepare you for the real pain which comes ahead, Mrs Gra

econd, but then she composes herself

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ze with our guests, her facade of happiness and charm never faltering. Howev

ion. I can see the way she manipulates those around her, using her beauty as a weapon. But I

allure. Her beauty is undeniable, even if it masks a darkness within

age is not about love or happiness. It's about teaching her a le

e in my room. The moment I've

a step towards her. "Welcome to

e scoffs at my words,

with my eyes filled with rage. "You think I married you for my father's sake? No, I marr

t frightened of anything, Mr Steve. Just wa

ination to challenge me, but I won't back down.

stimate me, Grace. You don't know what I'm capable of." I can feel my anger boiling

"And you underestimate me, Mr Grey. You'll soon rea

et my intense gaze. "We'll see about that. I'm not afraid to play

ance still burning strong. "I'm not afr

int in my eyes. "Let the game begi

unshaken. "Bring it on, S

and slam the door after

changing myself into t-shirts and joggers, I fin

ny to get some fresh air because I'm tired

own on the bed to get some sleep. The events of the day replay in my mind, a

om, I open my eyes and observe her atti

d her of our agreement, stating, "Have you forgot

ce pillows in the middle, and we can sleep s

e terms of our contract." As I deny he

m, you sleep on the c

the room. I don't care," I declare, lying diagonally on the bed

and let me sleep. I'm exhausted." S

u do?" I challenge, u

firm tone, "Now

ucket of water. Before I can intervene, she splas

f the bed, and she stands, folding her arms acros

d you, M

rm in a forceful grip and drag he

gles against my firm g

rriage, wifey." I forcefully hur

he glass door in fury. She stands up and runs to the d

s a string of curses my way, but it's

rst side, and now you have to face it." I murmur to mys

e too. A satisfaction because I've finally asserted control over

orts with frustration as she realises that I've locked her out on t

e couch only in my boxers to sleep. As I pull the com

ting a woman like this. A

This manipulative and arrogant g

ll feels drawn to her, despite everything. But