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Chapter Twenty One: Home cook meal
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Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty Five: Forgiveness
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAfter taking a bath, I expected Alexander to be waiting inside my room, but the bedroom was empty. He was nowhere in sight. I dried my hair in peace, the quiet almost unfamiliar, before slipping into something comfortable.When I finally stepped out of my room, I made my way downstairs. The house felt oddly still as I walked toward the dining room—and there he was, already seated on the other side of the table, waiting for me.His eyes lifted to meet mine, but I didn’t say anything. I was about to pull out a chair when he suddenly stood up. I looked at him in confusion as he approached me.“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You can’t punish me anymore. I’m already here, happy now?”What happened next caught me completely off guard.He grabbed my wrists and gently—but firmly—pulled me toward his chair, guiding me down to sit right beside him.He said nothing.Instead, he began serving food onto my plate first, careful and deliberate, before finally fixing his
Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty Four: Seduce?
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI didn’t know how long it had been since I last stepped outside my room.Time no longer felt real inside these four walls. Days blurred together, dissolving into one another until morning and night meant nothing more than changes in light filtering through the curtains.Alexander hadn’t forced his way in—not once—and for that, I was grateful. He had given me space, the way he should have, the way I desperately needed. He didn’t knock every hour or demand why wasn’t I going out of my room.He let the silence exist between us, heavy and unspoken. As the days dragged on, I began to realize something I hadn’t wanted to admit at first.What happened that night wasn’t entirely his fault. He attended an event we were invited to. He didn’t orchestrate the betrayal—I simply walked straight into it.He even suggested we leave early when he noticed the sudden change in my mood the moment I saw the hotel.At first, I thought he didn’t care about how I would feel. But the mo
Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty Three: Gala
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWe arrived at the top-class hotel in the city—the very hotel I had dreamed of for our wedding reception. The memory of arguing with Chester surfaced, sharp and bitter. I had insisted on this place for our wedding reception, imagining a celebration that was grand and unforgettable, while he had stubbornly argued for something smaller, something intimate, something “sacred,” he had said. He promised a surprise, a wedding reception that would be a gift to me, but I never imagined it would be like this: forcing me to marry or trading me to someone for the sake of his debt or freedom, which I shouldn’t have cared about since he does not own my well-being, but it was.I clutched my chest as I stared at the building, its glass and marble façade gleaming under the city lights. A wave of conflicting emotions crashed over me—excitement, nostalgia, and a sharp pang of heartbreak. My breath caught when someone gently took my hand.“What’s wrong?” Alexander asked, his voi
Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty Two: White
Alliyah Agustin-Astley“So… did you like what I cooked?” I asked, unable to hide the excitement in my voice. I wanted to hear it—from him—whether even a single dish had pleased him.“Everything was good,” Alexander replied evenly, his expression once again unreadable. Then, as if it were an afterthought, he added, “By the way, I had a dress prepared for you. It matches mine for the gala tonight.”“Gala?” I repeated, lifting my glass to take a sip of water. “Oh—is that the celebration for Chester and Kassandrah you mentioned last night?” Their names felt strange on my tongue.“Yes. As I said, we’ve been invited,” he said calmly. “It’s a good opportunity to make a public appearance—and it may help you process your emotions.”I nodded slowly, even if part of me bristled at how clinical he sounded. “Right… where’s the dress?”“In your room,” he answered as he rose from his chair. He paused, turning to look at me. “I’ll be resting for a while.”Then, almost casually, he added, “I’d like y
Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty One: Home cook meal
Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Ma’am! I’m home—and I managed to get everything you requested!” Malix called out as he entered the lobby, his voice carrying a mix of relief and quiet excitement. Several paper bags hung from his hands, their weight obvious from the way his arms tensed as he stepped inside.I smiled brightly, a sudden burst of energy warming my chest at the sight of him. “Perfect! Come on, let’s take everything to the kitchen,” I said, my tone light—almost cheerful, even.We walked side by side through the grand corridors of the estate, our footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the space in golden hues, dust motes floating lazily in the air like tiny stars caught in motion.As soon as we entered the kitchen, a few of the maids looked up from their tasks, their curiosity immediately piqued by the unusual sight of grocery bags.“All of these are… ingredients for a meal?” one of them asked he
Married The Wrong Groom Chapter Twenty: Questions
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI couldn’t believe it had taken us an entire hour to get back to the estate. When we left earlier, I was certain it wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes—fifteen, maybe twenty at most. Yet here we were, crawling along the roads as if the city itself had decided to trap us in slow motion.And what made it worse? The incessant pop song that had been blaring from the headset the whole time. For an hour. An entire hour. My ears were practically begging for mercy.Dexter and Malix had stepped out of the driver’s and passenger’s seats by the time we arrived, standing on either side of the door they had opened for me. I stepped out carefully, still a little dizzy from the unnerving ride. “What the hell was all that?” I demanded, my voice a mixture of disbelief and frustration.The two of them exchanged a quick glance, as if silently negotiating who would answer first, before turning their attention back to me.Their expressions a mixture of hesitation and… amusement
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