3 Book(s) Related to Contract husband

My father's face darkened as he stared at us. "Rosalind, what the hell is this?"
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged.
I pulled away from her grip. "Nobody forced me! I just refuse to marry a man who hates me, who'd use me like a spare parts warehouse!"
Mother looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you even know why Calloway suddenly 'agreed' to marry me?" My voice cracked. "He wants my bone marrow for Hannah. That's his price! That's what my five years of devotion was worth to him!"
"Honey," my mother said, her tone sickeningly sweet, "I know you're upset. But think logically. A bone marrow donation—it's routine these days. You save your cousin, you secure your future with the most powerful family in Boston. It's quite perfect, isn't it?"


Rosalind Blackwell desperately needs to escape her ex-fiancé's twisted demand for her bone marrow, so she makes an impulsive decision—marry a stranger at City Hall.
But when everyone mocks her for throwing away her chance at marrying into wealth and choosing an ordinary nobody instead, they couldn't be more wrong.
He's actually Calloway's billionaire uncle, recently returned from years abroad with dangerous Mediterranean connections and the power to destroy entire families with a single phone call.
And he's already preparing to make everyone who dared to humiliate his wife pay dearly for their cruelty.

Three-year contract marriage. $5,000 monthly salary. Peaceful divorce at the end.

That was my deal with Ethan Blackwood.

Until I overheard him on the phone—booking restaurants, ordering white roses, preparing a necklace. I knew his white moonlight Bailey was back.

So I paid $3,000 for a fake ultrasound and told him I was pregnant.

He transferred $500,000 and said coldly, "Take care of my child."

I took the money and ran to Seattle, thinking I'd never see him again.

Three weeks later, he showed up at the café where I worked.

Soaked through. Eyes dangerous.

"That clinic was shut down by the FDA three months ago," he threw the investigation in front of me. "Your fake ultrasound? The check bounced."

My blood ran cold.

He leaned closer, voice low enough to devour me—

"Since it was fake, Sophia, let's make it real."

My marriage to sports management CEO Kieran Vale was supposed to be simple.
Two years. Two million dollars. Stay out of each other's way.
For eighteen months, we barely spoke. He was the ice-cold businessman, I was the broke boxing coach who needed the money.
Then something changed.
Suddenly, Kieran started caring about what I ate, where I went, how I felt. He hired nutritionists, canceled meetings to drive me to work, held my hand at charity galas like he actually meant it.
I thought maybe Celeste—his perfect ex—was coming back and he wanted to make her jealous.
I was wrong.
When I left for my dream coaching program in Australia, I expected to come home to divorce papers.
Instead, I came home to discover my contract husband had been telling the world I was dying.