All Chapters of My Secret Marriage : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He strengthened the hold he had on her, so that worry turned into fear. Staring into the depths of his eyes she struggled against his hold,"Let me go, Ronan. You're hurting me." she watched the emotions play in his eyes but couldn't quite put words to what she actually saw in his eyes,Remorse? Could she have actually been seeking remorse or was that simply wishful thinking?"Ronan?""Enough!" He cut out aggressively, and slammed her into a chair, then bending toward her he said to her harshly,"Since you have decided to dress like a whore, then I will oblige you by treating you as one."Her eyes grew wide as she struggled against Ronan, making awkward attempts to push him off her,"No, Ronan! Get off me!" she said, as tears ran down her cheeks. He was her husband and she loved him and wanted nothing more than to be with him. But not like this, not in this manner that took away her will.But he gave no room for what she actually wanted, and like a wild deranged beast, forced himself

He watched her coldly as she stood by the door.She said she was sorry. But what in the world was she apologizing for, at this point?"What am I receiving an apology for?" he bit out cruelly,"I'm sorry that this marriage has been nothing but a burden to you. I'm sorry it didn't work out," she said softly, brokenly. Shrugging lightly, even as her heart broke heavily.He didn't say anything and she didn't wait for his reply, but slowly closed the door to his office and was gone.It was hard to explain to himself the emotions he was feeling at what had just happened. Seeing her face so miserable as she closed the door, hearing her final words...I'm sorry. She had apologized and all of that made his heart flutter. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but one he couldn't push to the side. And with it came a panic that broke his resolve.~~~~~At the house, Isabella stood at the living room window thinking about something Ronan had said during their encounter during the day.He had talked abo

Four years laterAccording to the newscaster on Ireland Today, Isabella Sullivan is finally returning home after four years of being in France, and the renowned success of the movie in which she starred as the lead actress, Midnight tales. Rumor has it that for four years since the spark of her career, she hasn't come home, neither has she accepted any roles from movie industries in Ireland, the land of her birth, but alas she is coming home, and accepting them. The reasons why?It remains undisclosed.Headlines: " Midnight tale leading woman moves back home!"~~~~News that Isabella Sullivan moving back from France to Ireland to work on a new movie project spread like fireworks and everyone was on the edge of their seats. It was all the news network was talking aboutAt least it had Eileen Walsh on edge. She clicked on the local news station and watched as the woman on screen babbled on and on about Isabella's homecoming and movie project. Alas when she had had enough, she reduced th

She was still oblivious to him, even after he'd been in the room for some time. She had her face turned away from him, when she spotted a man with large ears, and eyes that were a whole lot interested in what she was saying at that moment."It's been a long since I was home, and it's great to be back. I have no other plans at the moment, but I guess we could ask Mr. Edward to take care of it." she said and turned to August with a smile, "please give it to Mr. Edward.""Of course, not a problem," August said.Isabella let out a soft sigh and reached for her glass of water, sipped from it, and listened to the conversation around her. Usually, she let August and her Gent deal with meetings like this. It wasn't because she could decide for herself what she wanted, she knew what she wanted. But meetings like this all but drained her.She was just about to make an excuse to get herself out of there when someone said,"Mr. Ronan, you've arrived." She froze at the sound of the name that had b

"Mr. Patterson." One of the waiters said, distracting him from his thoughts and he turned to the waiter irritably, before the waiter could say anything else, or he could even give the waiter a piece of his mind, his eyes found Isabella.He didn't go to her immediately, but instead watched her. She stood her back straight, her hands clenched in fists, as though she was resisting the urge to throw a punch.Who was this woman and what had she done to the Isabella that he remembered?That Isabella had been timid, more like a puppet. This Isabella was more like a figure of retribution. She looked like the Isabella he remembered. She just didn't act like her."How dare you, Simon? What gives you the audacity to call this lady my sister?" she barely looked At Eileen, but stared down at her father in contempt. And her contempt made him uneasy. She alienated him and treated him like less than nothing, as though he wasn't her father."Eileen is my daughter, which in turn makes her your sister.