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  • 𝗠𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 por MsSaynaKioshi
    MsSaynaKioshi
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      LECTURAS 37
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      Partes 2
    "Sir ano po ung gusto nyo po'ng sabihin saakin?"magalang ko'ng pagsasalita sa gwapo'ng lalaking nasaharapan ko. "Be My Contract Wife" malamig na tugon ng lalaki nasaharapan ko. Bakas sa mukha ko ang pagkabigla sa sinabi ng gwapong lalaking nasaharapan ko. "Ano!?" napa'lakas ang pagkakasabi ko kaya halos lahat ng tao sa coffee shop ay nagtinginan sa gawi namin. "Don't shout" malamig nanamang pagsasalita ng lalaki nasaharapan ko. "Sir pano naman di ako mapapasigaw eh di nga kita kilala pero nagyaya kanang kasal" sambit ko sa lalaki. "It's a contract marriage, you just need to pretend to be my wife and act as a wife"napahinto muna siya ng ilang segundo bago itinuloy ang sasabihin "That's it" kibit balikat nyang saad sa panghuling salita "Gago kaba!?" nayayamot ko'ng pagsasalita "Maybe?not quite sure"muli nanaman nyang salita 'talaga ngang gago' pagsasalita ko saaking isipan. ᴍs.sᴀʏɴᴀᴋɪᴏsʜɪ 3/9/22 Oɴ -Gᴏɪɴɢ
  • My Contract Wife por JaniqueUnderhill
    JaniqueUnderhill
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      LECTURAS 329
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      Partes 7
    Christina Willow a 22 year old who currently lives in Texas ,attends college and is being pressured by here parents to marry the CEO of Linux company who is Daniel Maxwell a 25 year old and is the youngest and the most richest young man in all of Texas. Christina works a part time job at a restaurant as a waiter and although she is a bit wealthy since here father and the father of Daniel work hand in hand, she wants to make money on her own so she can one day take care of her dad's company.
  • My Contract Wife por Rasiya_isqh
    Rasiya_isqh
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      LECTURAS 1,425
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      Partes 3
    "I'm a writer. I know perfectly well how to remove a character from a story-or add one," she said, glaring at the man seated at the desk. "Hm." Ignoring her, he continued typing and then answered a call on his laptop. Annoyed, she stormed toward him, cupped his face in her hands, and tilted it up so he had no choice but to look at her. He stared at her in astonishment, fingers frozen above the keyboard. "Jab aapki biwi kuch kahe toh uski suni chahiye, Swami," she said with a tight smile-completely unaware that he was in the middle of a conference call...and everyone on the screen had just witnessed the entire scene. ................... "Why are you so stubborn, Miss Srivastava?" he muttered, watching her type through the night, fever brightening her cheeks. "Mr Patili, this is important. So, don't disturb me!" she snapped, brushing hair from her face and leaning toward her laptop again. "That's it," he said, stepping closer when he saw her sway in the chair. "Don't you-" she began, but suddenly the ground shifted beneath her. "What the hell!" she yelped as he lifted her into his arms. "You're burning up," he said, ignoring her weak protest. "Work can wait. You can't." "Put me down, Patili," she mumbled. "Not happening," he replied, carrying her away despite her glare. ___________________________________________