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

I said “help me run away.“ “Layla you're married to the freaking CEO, you just want to throw that away?“ He looked shocked. I nodded “I don't care if he's the ceo of the whole world, he doesn't like me. He treats me like trash, like he can't stand me. Ive never done anything to make h hate me so much. I can't survive one more day of taking Ethan's shit. I'm not happy with him. Isn't that the most important thing in a marriage?“

From that first date forward we were inseparable. Fast forward to now. My heart was racing as I knew what was coming. A hand landed on the back side of my car essentially blocking me from getting in. I looked up at Trevor with pleading eyes "please let me go" I whispered. He shook his head slowly and said "I love you." Which in his twisted mind he thought he did, maybe at first he did? Somehow I became his to control. I needed to set him straight!

She genuinely liked and loved everything about him, which is why she felt so helpless. Cecily lifted her head, and even in the darkness, she could find Edwin's lips with precision. She kissed him while he was still awake. In the past, she had always done it secretly, waiting for him to fall asleep, as he would get angry. Surprisingly, tonight's Edwin didn't show anger. He remained entirely still, like an iceberg. Cecily moved closer, her voice slightly choked, yet devoid of tears. "Edwin, let's get a divorce." It was easier to be his sister than his wife. She didn't regret marrying him, but she was tired.

I tightened my grip on Mark. “Excuse me,” I said coldly, “you have no right to hit my wife. Is that clear?” I narrowed my gaze on him, daring him to try anything. Mark looked stunned. “Who the hell are you to stop me? She’s my fiancée!” Is this guy insane? I nearly laughed. Has he forgotten? “You and Agatha broke up. You chose her sister. I’m her husband now—her man. The only man in her life. I’m here to protect her, and you have no right to lay a finger on her.”

Freya was present, and the least they could do was show her some respect. "We love each other. Daily, he never stopped telling me how much he loved me. Yeah, I met him while he was still healing from his past relationship. But along the line, he healed and fell in love with me. I suggested not making our relationship public. Michael and I are married, why can't you all understand and give us the privacy that we seek?" Freya cuts in, confident yet, like her voice was also in pain.

“And I hurt you because I didn’t know how to love without trying to control.” I swallowed hard, heart in my throat. “But I want to love you fully. Freely. And forever.” He reached into his jacket. Dropped to one knee. And opened the box. The ring shimmered under the twilight sky—elegant, timeless, and perfect. “Elena George Spears,” he said, voice trembling, “will you marry me again? But this time, with no contracts. No business. Just love?” Tears pricked my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered.

She whimpered, moaned, and begged. So perfect, so fúcking beautiful. At my mercy, needy for me. I was two seconds from damming all the consequences and consummating our marriage. Heaven knows I've tried, there was only so much self-control a man could have. Why the fúck was I waiting anyways? For what reason exactly? Callie was my wife. Did it matter that it was a flash marriage or not? But no, not like this. “Go to your room, Callie.” I forced the words out of my mouth. After we got back from the museum today, we avoided each other. She had asked about Valentina, and it brought up tormenting memories I had buried.

He greeted the camera with formality before addressing the main topic. "Today, I'm posting this video to explain the recent baseless rumors about my wife. I want to clarify that she is not with me for greed or because I am wealthy. There's no truth to the claims that she clung to me and tried every means to seduce me into marriage." Finishing the introduction, Kane eloquently recounted the story of his and Lani's love. He narrated how Lani initially didn't know about his billionaire status and was deceived into believing he was just a poor office worker.

"Go away, Ian! Just leave me be!" "I said open it, or I'll remove it from the hinges." "I'm not coming out!" A sharp snap rang out. The lock broke. The door flew open. Ian stepped inside. His eyes moved over her, smeared mascara, shaking shoulders, tear-streaked face. He looked almost confused for a second. "Misha has never cried in my presence before," he said quietly. "Not once in five years." Valentina lifted her head. Grief covered her features. "Then that should convince you, Ian. That should finally tell you that I am not your runaway wife! I am not her!"

I'm going to have to marry that man. END OF FLASHBACK ***