Mag-log inHe never expected to fall for the woman he met during a brief encounter. For a while, she seemed impossible to forget. Then he discovered a side of her that changed everything. Feeling deceived, Steve convinced himself that whatever existed between them had been a mistake. He walked away and promised himself that their paths would never cross again. Fate had other plans. An unexpected agreement brings them together once more—this time as husband and wife. Their marriage is temporary. Their rules are clear. And neither of them is supposed to develop real feelings. But living beneath the same roof with the woman he once cared about proves far more difficult than Steve expected. Every disagreement reminds him why he wanted to stay away. Every unexpected moment makes him question whether he ever truly understood her. And the longer their marriage continues, the harder it becomes to separate resentment from the feelings neither of them wants to admit still exist. * “You can't keep walking away whenever you're angry,” Steve says. I turn toward him. “And you can't keep acting as though being your wife means you get to make every decision.” His expression changes. “This marriage has rules.” “Rules that end when the agreement ends,” I remind him. “I'm your temporary wife, Steve. Don't forget that.” For once, he has no immediate answer. Then his voice becomes quieter. “Maybe that's exactly what I'm trying to forget.” * What began as an agreement was supposed to have an ending. But old misunderstandings are beginning to unravel, hidden truths are coming to light, and their carefully constructed boundaries are becoming harder to maintain. Will their complicated marriage give them a second chance to understand each other? Or will the truth that separated them once before bring their temporary marriage to its inevitable end?
view moreGrace’s P.O.V. A Few Days Later “You know, if you don’t want to, we can go back home,” Steve whispers, entangling my pinky with his, sitting in the driver’s seat beside me. Twins settle in the car backseats, engrossed in each other. We’re visiting Jace and Zara’s house for dinner. Zara had been urging us to meet her for more than a year because she wanted to apologise, but I wasn’t ready for it. Although she has been mentally stable and adopted a baby girl a year ago, I was still scared that she might try to take Giana away from me again. However, now I’m ready to give her a second chance because I can’t keep Steve away from his best friend forever. I smile softly at Steve’s concern, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “No, I want to do this. It’s time for us to move forward, Steve. Zara deserves a chance to make amends, and Jace is your best friend. We can’t avoid them forever.” “Thank you, Love. I’m glad that you’re ready to do this for me.” He lifts my hand and places a sof
Steve’s P.O.V. Two Years Later “Look here, my little angels.” Grace’s voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her. I brush Giana’s long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day. “Mama…” Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms. She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. “Say hi to my followers, Evan.” “Hi, Mama’s followers.” Evan waves at the camera, beaming. “Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama.” “Aww… my baby. You are Mama’s best son.” Grace chuckles at Evan’s sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close. “Mama, I’m also your best son.” Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh. “Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter,” I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin. She l
After our passionate encounter, we relax in the bathtub, both of us panting. I sit nestled between his legs, my head resting on his chest, my back against his front, his hands encircling my chest while his fingers tease my nipples. “How are you feeling now?” I ask him, breaking the peaceful silence. “Out of the world.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And credit goes to you, my love.” He licks my earlobe. “You know very well how to distract your husband.” Making circles around my nipples with his fingers, he bites my earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from my mouth. I’m so sore, yet I’m again aroused. Fuck! “Now if you’re feeling out of the world, husband, spill it out,” I ask him in a serious tone, pushing away my sexual arousal to the side for a moment. “Huh?” “What was bothering you?” Upon hearing my words, his body stiffens behind me and his fingers stop moving. “Tell me.” I urge, clasping his hands. “I got to know about the kidnapper of our daughter
Grace’s P.O.V. Twins are sleeping in their nursery, and I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off my makeup after a photoshoot. Closing my eyes as I spray the toner, I feel warm arms wrapping around me. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who is it because I have already recognised the touch. It’s my man. My husband. Steve. He buries his face in my neck, tightening his grip around my waist. My brows furrow in worry because he seems tense. I can feel it. I immediately open my eyes and meet his gaze through the mirror. “Are you alright, baby?” He looks back at me in the mirror, moving away from me. “I’m fine. Just work stress. Need a warm bath.” He hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door. I’ve never seen him so stressed about work before. I’m certain there’s something else bothering him. And I know very well how to get him to open up and relax. A mischievous glint appears in my eyes as I ponder my plan. I pull off my dress in a jiffy before entering the bathroom. S
Steve’s P.O.V.Grace and I settle down at the breakfast table with my father.“Today, both of your faces are glowing. Am I missing something?” Dad asks, raising an eyebrow as he sips his coffee.I exchange a glance with Grace, and a mischievous smirk plays on her lips.“Oh, nothing, just some morning ex
As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, “What was that?”“That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool,” I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.“But, my dear husband, you’re pissing me off. Just move away.” She tries to break
Grace’s P.O.V.The next morning, I wake up with a severe headache.“Fuck! Why do I always end up consuming so much alcohol?” I groan, my head pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, I realize I'm wearing Steve’s shirt.How could he take advantage of my drunken state?“Mr. Steve Grey, where are you?” I
As I stand at the altar, waiting for Grace to enter, my mind is filled with thoughts about the drastic change in my life. I never thought I would find myself in a situation like this, but now that I’m here, I’m ready to face it head-on.Finally, the doors swing open, and she walks down the aisle wi






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