Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

After a minute, Dad storms into my room, and then Grace enters, following him with a hint of evilness in her eyes.

“What the hell, Steve? Grace is your wife now. Why are you giving her such harsh treatment?” As he rebukes me, I glare at Grace, who stands with a sly grin on her face.

As he drifts his eyes toward her, she makes an innocent face in an instant.

It’s clear that she’s manipulating my father with her emotional drama, and I despise how skilled she is at this game.

I clench my fists, trying to contain my anger as my father continues to reprimand me. “Stop glaring at her, Steve, and answer me.”

I take a deep breath, struggling to keep myself composed. “Dad, you don’t understand. Grace is not what she appears to be.”

She chimes in with her sweetest tone, her eyes welling with fake tears. “I don’t know what Steve is talking about, Dad. I just want a chance to make this marriage work.”

My father’s concern deepens as he turns to her. “Grace, my son can be difficult sometimes, but he’s a good man.”

I can’t believe how easily my father has fallen for her act, and it frustrates me even more.

He gives me a stern look. “I can’t believe my son is treating his wife like this.”

I feel hurt, seeing the disappointment in his eyes for me for the first time.

“Dad-”

“No, Steve. I don’t want your explanations. Now you must treat your wife with respect.” After making himself clear, he leaves the room, leaving me alone with my cunning wife.

She turns to me with a triumphant smile, clearly relishing her victory. “You see, Mr Grey, you can’t control me.”

“Shut up.” I grasp her arms and pin her against the wall. After moving dangerously close to her face, I warn her, “Stop using my father to gain sympathy.”

The way she manipulated my father has ignited a burning anger within me.

She stares back at me with fire in her eyes, her confidence unwavering. “And you stop trying to gain control over me.”

I clench my jaw, my grip on her arms tightening as I try to hold back my frustration.

I lean in closer, our faces mere inches apart, my voice low and threatening. “You may have won this small battle, Grace, but don’t mistake it for victory.”

Her gaze locks onto mine, a fierce determination in her eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Steve. And I won’t let you control me.”

I release my grip on her arms and step back, still fixing my eyes filled with rage on her. “We’ll see who will control whom.”

Then I storm to the bathroom and slam its door in fury.

I can’t let this woman manipulate my father like this. I have to do something to take her under my control as soon as possible.

After changing myself into something comfortable, I turn the knob to open the bathroom door, but it doesn’t open.

I try it again, but nothing happens.

“This is my revenge for you locking me in the balcony last night.” A deep frown appears on my face as I hear Grace’s words from the other side of the door.

Will she stop messing up with me?

I stay silent and take out my phone from my jogger’s pocket to call a maid, Maria. I ask her to unlock me from the bathroom and disconnect the call.

Grace is mistaken to think that she can lock me in my own house.

Once I come outside, I’ll make her pay for this move.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I hear the faint sound of Maria’s footsteps approaching, and when the door finally unlocks, I step out of the bathroom with a glint of triumph in my eyes. She stands there, irked that her attempt to lock me in the bathroom failed.

“Thank you, Maria.” I say politely to the maid, and she leaves after bowing to me.

I approach Grace with a menacing presence, narrowing the gap between us. Her expression remains defiant as she stares at me with fire in her eyes.

“You thought you could lock Steve Grey in his own territory?” I ask, my voice is low and dangerous.

She glares at me, unshaken by my anger. “Just a taste of what’s coming, Mr. Grey.”

I step closer, our bodies mere inches apart. “Mark my words, Grace. This marriage may be temporary, but I’ll make sure you regret every move you make against me.”

Her defiance remains unwavering as she smirks. “I’m not the one who will regret it, Steve.”

I roll my eyes and march towards the bed to sleep. The constant battles between us have left me exhausted.

As I lie down, she grabs a jar of water from the table and threatens me, “If today also, you don’t let me sleep in bed, I’ll again drench your bed.”

I finally give in, realising that these fights are getting us nowhere. “Fine! Let’s make a deal.”

She looks at me with a hint of suspicion. “What deal?”

“One day, you’ll sleep on the bed, and I’ll take the couch, and the next day we’ll switch. Okay?” I propose, hoping that this might put an end to the fight of sleeping on the bed.

She hesitates for a moment, considering my offer. Her expression softens, and she finally agrees, “Fine, we have a deal.”

“Now, can we please have a night of peace without more battles?” I ask, frustrated, pulling up the comforter over me.

I sign with relief as she doesn’t argue further. She grabs a spare blanket from the closet and heads to the couch.

As I stare up at the ceiling, I wonder. This temporary marriage has already proven to be more challenging than I ever imagined, and I have a feeling that neither of us is going to make it easy for the other.

But one thing is certain: I won’t let Grace get the upper hand in this twisted game. I’ll crush her arrogance.

Jace’s P. O. V.

At night, as I arrive at that restaurant girl’s apartment, a maid opens the door and invites me to settle in the hall.

However, my attention is immediately drawn to the captivating sound of a piano playing in the distance.

I can’t resist the enchanting melody, so I follow the music and find its source. There she is, seated at the piano, fingers dancing over the keys with grace and skill. The music she creates echoes in every corner of the entire mansion.

I’m mesmerised, captivated by both the music and the sight of her lost in the art of playing.

When she stops playing, I break into applause.

She turns around, startled, and notices me. “When did you come?” She asks in shock.

I reply with a smile, “I arrived when you were immersed in the piano’s melody. Your talent is truly remarkable.”

A blush tints her cheeks, and in that moment, I feel a deeper connection with her.

As she approaches me, I notice her height is surprisingly short. Unexpectedly, I find it endearing and cute.

“Thank God our phones got exchanged, or else I would have missed the chance to discover your talent,” I remark.

As she blushes once again, her gaze shifts downward.

I grab her chin and lift it, locking my eyes with hers. “When I talk to you, I want you to look into my eyes,” I state with intensity.

Her eyes widen, sensing the authority in my voice, but she gives me a meek nod. A smile forms on my face, realising she is the submissive and innocent type of girl I find intriguing and exactly what I desire.

“T-thank you for bringing the phone.” She stammers before again looking at the floor.

“I asked you to look into my eyes while talking.” I assert, stepping closer to her. My dominating side is getting hard to resist during her presence.

She immediately raises her eyes to me and again thanks me. My eyes darken seeing her biting her lips, getting all flushed.

My God! This girl is taking my desire to its peak with her expressions.

“Pleasure is all mine.” I whisper, stepping even closer to her, and making her back hit the piano.

As I nuzzle her hair, I close my eyes, getting lost in its fragrance.

“It’s heaven.” As I whisper in her ear, I feel her getting startled because of our proximity.

“You are-” she stutters, resting her hand on my shoulders.

Remaining close to her, I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are getting wet with her constant licking, which takes my desire to another level.

I snake my arms around her waist, pressing my body more into her, and then ask her in a husky tone, “I’m what, baby?” My fingers softly play around her waist, and she shivers because of our closeness.

“J-Jac-”

“Am I affecting you?” I question, biting her earlobe, eliciting a moan from her lips which quickens my heartbeat.

But suddenly, she pushes me away, catching me off guard.

What the fuck!

“Did you just push me?” I ask, my tone comes out a little harsh.

She looks at me with widened eyes, seeing the anger in my eyes, and without replying to me, she looks down, making me more angry.

“I asked you to look into my eyes.” I remind her, closing the distance between us, and grabbing her arms.

She looks around, which just makes me lose my temper and lose all my senses. I just grab her neck and place my lips on hers.

I can feel her freeze in her place, but I continue to kiss her, trying to release my pent-up emotions. Her lips feel utterly soft and delicious. I’ve kissed so many women before, but her lips seem different.

As our lips part, I gaze into her eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or fear. Instead, I find desire in them. It encourages me to continue, to explore the depths of her innocence and unleash the passion that simmers between us.

I grasp her waist and lift her from the floor before making her sit on the piano top and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Grabbing her thighs, I part her legs and stand between them, and she responds, clutching my blazer and rubbing herself against my crotch.

We’re completely lost in each other, forgetting about the entire world.

However, the maid interrupts our passionate moment.

“Madam, your phone was ringing.” We immediately pull away from each other, listening to her words.

After noticing that it’s my phone, I take the phone from the maid and she leaves.

I put the phone into my pocket and glance at the girl sitting on the piano, her cheeks are now flushed with a deep shade of red.

“I think I should go now.” Before she can respond, I continue, taking her phone out and placing it beside her. “I’ve saved my number on your phone. Feel free to call me if you want more than what happened today.” After giving her a wink, I make my way towards the exit, leaving her sitting on the piano.

Right now, I really want to spend more time with her, but I plan to leave, making her yearn for more and for her to contact me later on.