Breaking Free, Loving Again -the Flash Marriage With Mr. Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I see you. Completely. Enhanced. Flawed. Powerful. Humans. Damaged. Healing. All of it. Every piece. Every contradiction. Every impossible combination of things that shouldn't work together but do." "I see you too. Brooding billionaire who became a gentle father. Cold tycoon who became a passionate partner. Man who married me for strategy and stayed for love." "I'm still staying. For love. For you. For my family. For life we built from impossible circumstances and better choices." He pulled her close. "Would you do it again? If you could go back? Would you accept the forced marriage knowing everything that came after?" "In a heartbeat. Because the cage was never the marriage. The marriage f

“Freya, don’t be scared. We didn’t do anything wrong. You’re divorced, and I’m single. Also, we’re not related by blood. It’s natural for a man and a woman to love each other.” Ryan’s gentle voice sounded in her ears. “We didn’t do anything shameful. We’re no different from any other couples on the street. We have the freedom to love. When the time comes, we’ll get married. Or if we don’t find each other suitable, we’ll break up. It’s all normal, do you understand?” “Yes.” Freya nodded. She finally lifted her head off his shoulder. With a hoarse and gloomy voice, she said, “So, you actually thought of breaking up with me. I thought all you wanted to do was marry me. You liar.”

"I was actually about to tell you. I got married." Zoe's jaw dropped. It took her a long moment to find her voice. "When?!" "Yesterday," Nora said, calm as ever. "Dr. Sterling fit my criteria — looks, career, everything. So we went ahead and got the license. Flash marriage." "Flash marriage? Dr. Sterling?!" Zoe shot out of her seat. "Which Dr. Sterling?!" Nora blinked, confused. "The one your mom set me up with." Zoe's voice trembled. "...The Dr. Sterling my mom introduced? You got a marriage license with him?"

"You've been free for three years. Now you know it." Three days until the wedding. Three days until I marry Lucien. Three days until our forever begins. And Travis Volt is nothing but a closed chapter. A painful memory I've moved beyond. Just like I told him. He has no power over me. Not anymore. Never again. I'm not the broken woman he married. I'm rebuilt. Stronger. Better. Free. And in three days, I'm marrying the man who helped me become this version of myself. The man who sees my strength instead of trying to control it.

’ I asked myself. The event started and I wasn’t listening to the emcee. Not until I heard a certain phrase. “---a marriage between Vivoree Villanueva and Luther Greyson will signify the two company’s successful partnership. Let us call the two up here, on the stage.” ‘Ehhhhh???!’ Marriage? I and Luther will what?

Ronan rubs his forehead, "I still have some things to handle. You go to sleep first!" "Oh!" Cordelia Locke looks a bit disappointed as she walks towards the door. When she closes the door, she sees Ronan completely buried in a pile of documents. She purses her lips, firming her resolve. Ronan is so pitiful, trapped in a loveless marriage due to a business alliance. This marriage is an invisible shackle for both him and Lyra. She must rescue Ronan from this painful marriage! Ronan can only find happiness when he is with her!

I groaned before throwing the phone away in fury. My mind was blocked. I could no more take those damn conditions. He is playing with me even when he is gone. Just how could he do that to his own son? That's enough now. I mean, what kind of creepy conditions were those? Is it a game that he could play around? Getting engaged was far enough and now they want me to get involved in a flash marriage. Is that a joke? Which girl on earth will marry someone in a flash of time? This is ridiculously impossible.

“I'm not the same Nova that left five years ago.” “But —” “Don't ever look for me. I have nothing with you!” I turned to Brion. “Let's go, darling.” He nodded as he took my hand and made to walk towards the exit, but Dashiell stopped us, by holding on to my left hand and refusing to let go. “Don't do this to me, Nova,” he begged. “We are still married.” “Not for long.” I turned to face him as I removed his hand from mine. “The last time I checked, you asked me to sign the divorce papers, didn't you? I will have my lawyer send another one. Make sure you sign it."

"You want to talk about contracts? Fine. You signed one three years ago. Five years of marriage, that was the deal. You don't get to walk away now." "You can't do this." "I can, and I will." He moved closer, backing me against the wall. "You're my wife, Mia. That doesn't end just because you've decided to throw a tantrum." "A tantrum?" Anger gave me courage. "Is that what you call this? Wanting freedom from a loveless marriage?" "Love has nothing to do with it." "No," I laughed bitterly. "It never did, did it? Not with you."