After Marrying A Dying Bigshot 소설 & 이야기

Glass shattered and caught the light on its way down, glittering like the fireworks Mom used to take me to see when I was little. "The deal's off. Harrington Corp is done with the Bennett Group. Permanently." I was completely, irrevocably gone. From that day on, everyone in Chicago knew — the Harrington heir had someone he'd burn the world down for. The day we were old enough, he dragged me to city hall and we got our marriage license. But after the wedding, the doctors told me that the years of overwork had likely left me unable to have children. The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke.

I ask, still hugging tight to him. " Didn't get married. He was a hot head and powerful and there were rivals. He couldn't deal with a wife. But I think he got a mistress then." I release myself from his grip and look up at him. " What happened to her?" " Got shot in a Mafia war. With the Russians too. Vladimir's father and she died." I sigh and take a deep breath. Got shot and she died. What if things go wrong and I'm six feet under the earth? God.

“You wouldn’t be marrying him in the traditional sense,_ Jared said. “It’s a business arrangement. “You would live with him, care for him, and pretend to be a couple in good spirits. Once the situation stabilizes, you’re free to leave.” I did want to giggle, but nothing was funny about any of this. “And what if I say no?” How did I go from being a therapist to a wife? There was a long silence before Jared spoke, "Well I hope you are ready to watch your mother's condition get worse while you wait for a miracle to make those payments.” I froze. This was no longer funny. Who did he think he was?How dare he weaponize my mother’s health against me? “How dare you? No. No way. I will not do it!” I

For me, it represented the actualization of every dream I’d ever had— the option to marry for love. I took him up on his offer without giving it much thought—anything to get away from the old man I’d ted myself to. When my husband died a few weeks later from an ‘unknown’ cause as the doctor’s described it, the strange helper approached me again to remind me of my own end of the deal. How he’d gotten my husband out of the way remained a mystery to me but it didn’t matter. It was all part of the plan.

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

her stepsister asked. “Probably talking to ghosts. So weird!” her stepbrother responded in disgust. Emily couldn’t take it anymore. She snapped back at them, “My mother is not dead!” Everyone was shocked that she spoke back to her siblings. Her father was furious, banging his hand on the dining table as he asserted, “Your mother is dead and forgotten. We’ve moved on, and you need to wake up and move on too. Maybe then you’ll be able to put your life together before your marriage. She’s dead!”

The uncontrollable rages that came with my condition. Vivian had looked at me with disgust and told me she couldn't marry someone who was on the verge of death. She has been ready to break off our engagement and walk away. Then Mr. Cohen had found Aubree. And Vivian had suddenly changed her tune. Marriage was back on. The wedding was being planned. Because now I would live. Now I would be the perfect billionaire husband she wanted. "Darling!" Vivian walked over and sat right on my lap without asking. "I missed you."

Nan entered and sat beside her. They watched the news together. Maya felt distant, as though the world on the screen belonged to someone else. Just as the broadcast was about to end, the reporter added, “And in our final story, the youngest daughter of Mark Holdings, Bella Holdings, has gotten married to Damson Anderson in a grand ceremony.” Maya froze. She had been eating the toasted sweet potatoes Nan had made, but the food stopped in her mouth, her breath caught, and the world went silent. She looked incredibly hurt.

“I only heard that Young Master Xavier has long been engaged through his grandfather’s arrangement. And today, he married in a simple ceremony, only to put his grandfather at ease. For people like them, that’s normal. They’ll marry quietly first, then hold the grand reception later.” The hairs on my neck prickled. His words were far too close to the truth of what had just happened to me today. I, too, had just gone through a simple, quiet marriage. No banquet, no celebration. Was this really just a coincidence? I tried to steady my breathing, but the dread only tightened in my chest.

I finally managed to ask, my voice breaking, terrified, giving up, my pussy closing in. I married a man whom I didn’t know, who’s initially supposed to be a one night stand. And then, he forces me to marry him. After a number of months, he tells me he killed his ex ex-wife. Holy shit! I just promised to not run away. Oh bitch! Promises are bastards. I’m scared but so comfortable with him still. “ She failed to produce an heir. Rather, we failed to produce an heir. I was drunk out of frustration mistakenly killed her,” it was like the devil himself confessing his acts.