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“I cannot marry a woman who is already committed to another man.” Fear gripped Megan’s heart. Her face turned pale, and she stood as still as a statue before him. A heavy silence fell between them. Ruan’s chest rose and fell with unusual speed—a scene he had never imagined living. Before him stood the woman with whom he had wanted to spend the rest of his life, have children, and build a family, and she had lied to him. Ruan could not bear it.

“I think we may have started off on the wrong foot, Sienna, and I would like to make something clear before this turns unnecessarily hostile. I am not your enemy, and whatever assumptions you have made about me are probably exaggerated.” I stepped closer to her until there was barely any space left between us, close enough that she had to lift her chin slightly to maintain eye contact. My anger settled into something cold and controlled as I spoke. “I honestly do not care what history you and Lucian share or what kind of messy breakup the two of you had in the past. That part of his life is over, and you need to understand something very clearly. I am his wife now, and whatever place you thi

"It's okay, darling. You're fine." She turned to me, her eyes full of hurt and accusation. "If you have any conscience at all, you should comfort our son." I ignored her, my face blank, and stood up. "You'll receive the divorce papers tomorrow. Sign them as soon as you can." The guests exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. "All this over a fountain pen? Has Alex lost his mind?" "They were supposed to be a model couple in the industry. What went wrong?" "Do you have to ask? Obviously, there's someone else…"

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

His voice softened. “you became my home.” The tears fell freely now. Then Adrian asked: “Will you marry me?” Not as a contract. Not as an obligation. Not as a deal. For real. Forever. Amara laughed through her tears. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” No hesitation. No doubt. Just yes. Adrian slipped the ring onto her finger. Then stood. And kissed her. The future stretched before them. Bright. Beautiful. Real. And somewhere far away, Perhaps Ethan was smiling.

The woman's body shivered, unable to imagine if this happened. If only she hadn't gotten her revenge by separating Robert and Rosa, the real bride-to-be. So, it's impossible for Rose to have to bear the consequences by becoming a surrogate bride. The rice had turned to porridge, the woman couldn't imagine what it would be like to live by bearing the surname of the man she hated. "Now I declare that you are husband and wife lawfully. Robert Miller you may kiss your wife Rose Gonzalez Miller." Rose's body trembled at the priest's words. The jaws on Rose's face hardened as Robert removed her hood and smiled gently like an angel.

I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story. Amid our photos, not only of the few weddings there are of our wedding, but also of distant photos taken of us on the island, is detailed absolutely everything. The magazine comments on how my marriage was based on a contract, how it was something devised by my grandfather and Dominik's grandfather, how we both have to fulfill certain requirements in order not to break the contract, and how we both had a complicated start. "...But as if it were a love story, on their obligatory honeymoon trip, they both found love..."

"Tomorrow, you will marry my sister." A handsome man easily said those hurtful words, after he made a sweet man beneath him sigh enjoying their hot night. After he said those hurtful words, he kissed the top of the soft head of a sweet man beneath him. "I can't, you are my first love Febrian." The sweet man is now pleading and crying that he doesn't accept that he is being treated so cruelly. The handsome man who was called Febrian kissed his lips tightly embraced the sweet man, he was about to return to their hot night activities, a sigh echoed in the dark and hot room.

That will come in very handy when it comes time to deal with this fairy bitch that doesn't stand a chance against me. I have to find a way to stop this happy union from taking place no matter what it takes. He may have consummated their marriage sure, but going forward, anything can happen. I've made up my mind though it's a road filled with danger and peril and if I fail it might mean certain death, but if I can't be his first wife I can at least be his side consort.

He clutched a stack of parchment to his chest protectively. “My manuscript,” he said. “Be gentle.” “Your manuscript,” Mara repeated, “is the reason the bakers went on strike.” Lethan gasped. “But they were such compelling side characters.” Warren said, “We’ll read it later.” “We absolutely will not,” Mara snapped. I raised a hand. “Enough. Arrest him—not for treason, but for reckless stupidity.” Kael grinned. “That’s a new category.” “Make it official,” I said.