All Chapters of To Be Married To a Sinner : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MorganWearing a forest green suit and a burgundy colored silk shirt, my Lawyer walked directly to my desk and exhaled briefly.He wasn’t meant to be here—being that we had no business to sort but before I could say anything in regards to that, he breathed out. “The Taters do not have what it takes to pay their debt but Simon Taters just sent me a proposal and I think you need to see this.”Liam popped open the button of his suit jacket and shoved out a document. “He just came up with an adjustment to the—”My phone buzzed at the moment, silencing him and making me turn in the direction of the damn cell phone. I picked up the call and put it on loudspeaker because he's my lawyer and there’s really nothing I can keep away from him.“Mr. Flamur,” the high-pitched female voice called. “Can you hear me, Mr. Flamur?”“Get to the fucking point,” I answered coldly and she swallowed hard from the other end. “The news isn’t being friendly again,” she continued. “This—this is just as bad as th

WinterIt took approximately twenty-four hours which is an entire day to understand what the fuck he meant; but when his Lawyer briefed me on how they needed to keep Morgan’s reputation clean, I got the memo. It had been rumored that after the last scandal of him being the reason his father’s company ran into a loss and never recovered, investors did not want to be involved with the company. Not just that, he also had a bad reputation for sleeping around and now they need to debunk it but it needs to appear real and that is what the jerk needs me for. To attend all interviews, and events and be seen everywhere with him.I looked at the pile of questions on the bed and frowned because they were too much. I readjusted on the bed and continued reading past interviews to help me understand him better. “I have such a high libido and I don’t mind a quickie anywhere.” I read that out with so much disgust and looked at the next question. Do you think you’re capable of falling in love?Agai

MorganI noticed how a shudder gripped her and how she tried to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. She picked up her fork in an attempt to conceal how turbulent her thinking process was and dragged it through her food. “What about him?” she answered quietly. Lia looked at her again as if checking for something to be missing. Her husband has always been at her feet, a man with zero word for himself but that wasn’t the reason I disliked Lia. She wanted to be the real boss, even with very basic knowledge of how the business world works.Rumors had it that she used to be Boris’ housekeeper in Russia until his wife died and he fell in love with her. Barely a year later, she was managing his businesses as well as the investments he can make and that brings us to this—her stupid question.My father and Boris were friends, associates—or whatever you may put it that had Boris investing in the family’s business. When the company hit the rock, Boris withdrew every single dime he had p

Winter I backed away but the man who had very similar features to Morgan took one further step, his cold gaze locking on me, registering surprise before suspicion took hold.“What are you doing here?” I asked him, not sure if asking who he was would have been better.He sighed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? This is my father’s.”“Your father????”“Yes. You must be Winter, Morgan’s supposed wife,” he continued and I swallowed hard. “Morgan didn’t have the guts to invite his brothers to his wedding, did he?”Fuck, He’s Morgan’s brother and he knows me while I know nothing about him. I licked my lips in a reflex action and looked at his black eyes, the only notable difference between the two of them.He was tall—as tall as Morgan and he had broad shoulders too. He has well-defined muscles and may just be mistaken for an athlete. “I guess you do not have an answer to that,” he finished.“It was a rhetorical question,” I told him. “Or I assumed it was. You know your brother too well a

MorganMy eyes darted to where she pointed and I saw a small bag on the table. I looked back at her trying to understand what was going on and why she wasn’t looking like she was in any trouble anymore.“Did he say anything to you?” I asked, waiting to hear how she slipped and told him what we had going on was a fake marriage.“Of course,” she answered. “He met me here so who would he have said anything to?”“Look, Winter—I know how Paulo can be and I need you to tell me exactly what he said.”“That you and Paulo never listen to his advice.” She stopped. “He also recognized your pancakes.”My scowl deepened. “Anderson.”Hell, my baby brother would never stop being the sneaky asshole, would he? I mean—I’m kind of relieved it was him and not Paulo who met her in my absence but at the same time, she was sounding too comfortable.“And?”She looked at me. “And?”“And what else?” I reiterated, sharply gazing into her eyes.“Are you always like this?” she asked, taking me aback with that que