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I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

This man is as stubborn as a rock. "I won't, Blaze. This marriage has only taken away everything from me and I realise that there's no escape from this reality for next six months. So, let's make the best out of it. Both of us have our needs, the sexual needs I'm talking about here. For next six months, I won't be able to have fun outside this marriage so let's give it to each other, with no strings attatched." I clarify. "With no strings attatched?" He repeats.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, she knew they were stronger together than they were apart. As they sat together in the quiet solitude of their home, surrounded by the gentle flicker of candlelight and the soft murmur of distant music, Drea realized how far they had come on their journey together. Their marriage, once seen as a transactional arrangement, had blossomed into a partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and a growing love that defied all expectations.

"I don't know whether he loves me, but I am Mrs. Brooke now. And who are you, exactly? "And do you even realize the size of the fortune tied to this marriage between the Brookes and the Reeds? You're here talking about love? How naive." From the moment I was born, I understood how the world worked. Getting hung up on love was the most childish thing imaginable. Love—real or not—could disappear in a heartbeat. Why chase after something so fleeting when material wealth, something tangible, could offer far more security? Only when I held it tightly in my hands could I feel at peace.

“I should have worn my wedding dress if you were going to marry me again today.” "For me, wearing the most luxurious wedding dress doesn't necessarily bring happiness to our married life. No matter what you look like, you're still my wife." Brandon and Belinda simultaneously locked lips. They played with each other's lips softly, their eyes closed. The beautiful sunrise and colorful hot air balloons added to their romantic atmosphere.

And so, hand in hand, they left together—wrapped in something sweet and steady—heading home to the place that now truly belonged to them. What had started as a marriage of family convenience, slowly became something deeper, led by the sound of their hearts. In the end, no longer something that could be measured.

He answered as he got comfortable inside the blanket I gave him. He is talking about our marriage again. That hit me. Everything he does and everything he says, it was all about the wedding. The arranged marriage that our family fixed for us. He was doing all of those just for the arranged marriage and not…for me… not because he feels comfortable with me… and not because he likes me. “Mark,” I called him. He looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “Where were you before you came here?” “Lanie’s place.” He answered. I bit my lower lip and nodded.

With trembling hands, she clutched the letter. "Is this the end of it all? Exactly today, our marriage contract ended. While the new marriage contract that we agreed on, it will no longer be valid. It's all over after the bad news in the media lately. Our charade has been exposed." At the dining table, Blair saw a neatly wrapped document. Blair sat down and began to open the document. The contents inside are letters and certificates of ownership of the beach house, which has now been renamed Blair. In the document, there are also two copies of their marriage contract; the old marriage contract that ends on that day and the new one that is still valid for 3 years.

Inside, they were greeted by a kaleidoscope of fabrics, each one more beautiful than the last. The shopkeeper smiled warmly at the young couple. "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding! How may I assist you today?" Lucy beamed and replied, "Thank you! We're here to find outfits for our marriage functions. We want something traditional yet stylish." The shopkeeper nodded, understanding their desires. "You've come to the right place. We have a wide range of traditional attire that is sure to suit your tastes. Let me show you some options." As Lucy and Abraham perused the racks, their fingers gently caressed the intricate patterns and embellishments. They marveled at the vibrant colors and el