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said Rosita. " I have been calling you for a while now but you were spacing out. You look depressed, what's going on in your mind? Tell me." Clifford asked. "Sweetheart, we have been married for 3years now without kids and the worst part is the pressure from your family. It's so unbearable and I also don't want to lose you." Rosita replied worriedly.

Forced Marriage Mommy Needs To Work Hard Chapter 82 Mafia's wife is a little irritating Eric replied to Jasmine, "But for me, she is my past and you are my tomorrow. I was forcibly married to you but now I want to request you to give me a chance in our relationship." Hearing Eric's words, Jasmine suddenly remembered how Eric had frightened her and forced her to marry him. Eric had threatened Jasmine that if she did not marry him, then he would tell Ryle's truth to his dad and would send Ryle for training where no one could go to him except those who trained him.

Her breathing is uneven, she is weak and can’t fight back so she just lays on me. “This is not a choice Alicia” The first time I had called her name, it rolled off my tongue so easily and I could definitely get used to it. “This is a command, you are going to marry me” “Please” A tear drop falling on my neck, I could hardly hear her voice this time. “Or do you want your family, burnt to pieces in their own house, I can do that and I will still have you as mine. We can do this the easy way where you accept me or we can do this the hard way where I take away from you everything you ever held so dearly. Pick a side”

Amanda put down her phone and laughed, "Reading a novel, *Pregnant with His Baby, the Vegetable Husband Stops Pretending*." Benjamin: "..." He couldn't help but feel like the story was about him. He was also a vegetable back then, and when he woke up, he had three children and a baby mama. He held her close and kissed her forehead. "Second Brother is gone. He never broke contact with the nanny, and they even have a son together," he said casually.

"I feel that we have done a great mistake against our daughter, I did not tell her that she is not forced to marry because I did not really believe that we became the womb of the Andrew family and also a great honor for me to have Kristen Andrew my daughter-in-law, we did not even ask her if there is someone she loves or wants to marry him " "But didn't she say she agreed?" “We put her under a fait accompli, so she would only say yes.” In the evening "Shall we go out to dinner?" "No" "Why? I died of starvation." "I didn't say we wouldn't eat, but I said we wouldn't go out to eat." I sighed in desperation: "But I'm really bored from here, all day looking at the walls and when I got out I coul

“Clearly, he does not care. So enough of this useless drama. Look for another way to secure your future. Find another rich man, you are good at it.” My jaw fell. It took me a few seconds to even breathe. I forced words out, shaky and furious. “Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get him? Do you know what I did? I got pregnant for him. I used that pregnancy to force his father to make him marry me. And you are telling me to throw that away?” Mother held my arm. “Aria, lower your voice.” “No,” I hissed. “He thinks he can tell me to give up? He thinks I will let her take what is mine?”

All four of them were trapped in this single house. Miya. Julian. Lily. Aurora. They were all functioning within the exact same structural walls. They were entirely bound together because Freya Blake had ruthlessly arranged two separate, highly strategic marriages exactly thirty years apart. The invisible, structural cage was massive and it was built flawlessly. Aurora closed her eyes tightly in the dark bedroom. She breathed in the freezing, absolutely quiet air of the second floor. She thought she could smell something sharp and incredibly bright. It was Miya's preserved lemon.

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

“For years. My whole adult life. Every choice I thought was mine, every relationship, every decision, and you were there the entire time, watching from some distance I never even suspected existed.” “Not constantly,” he said. “Not intrusively, not at first. I kept tabs, made sure nothing dangerous ever got too close. That was all it was supposed to be.” “That was all,” I echoed bitterly. “Maximilian, you married me. Under threat, under coercion, in a church in Bali where you’d already destroyed everything I’d built with another man. And now you’re telling me that marriage was the culmination of years spent quietly monitoring my entire life, like I was some kind of long-term investment you fi